Bright Star

And Watching, with eternal lids apart,

　　Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

　　The moving waters at their priestlike task

　　Of pure ablution Inflatable Castle cheap 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,

　　Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

　　To feel for ever in a sweet unrest,

　　Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

　　And so live ever---or else swoon to death.