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Bright Star

——by John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast {坚定的} as thou {汝} art---

Not in lone splendour {辉煌} hung aloft {在空中} the night

And Watching, with eternal {永恒的} lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite {隐士},

The moving waters at their priestlike {僧侣的} task

Of pure ablution {洗礼} round earth's human shores {岸边},

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors {荒野}—

No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening {成熟} breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell {膨胀},

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender{温柔的}-taken breath,

And so live ever — or else swoon{昏厥的} to death.


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