Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art...

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art---
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors---
No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever---or else swoon in death. John Keats

There. The first ever poem I had to analyse. Did it with some help from Jo. Ok. Alot of help. Was desperate. Even considered asking Can's gurl Ying. But its amazing. That one poem can say so much. Yet it only speaks to people who really listen to it. I hope one day I become the best listener a poem can have. =) Thanks Jo!~ You rock!