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Lord of the Rings

johndiii's Journal: [Beloved] Bright Star 4

Journal by johndiii


        Bright star, would I were steadfast 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,
        Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
        To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
        Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
        Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
        And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.

                                                        -- John Keats

Mó réalta geal, go deo...

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[Beloved] Bright Star

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  • My adolescent flippancy wants me to side with Byron, on the subject of "Johnny Keats"...

    But I'm really more reflective than than, and have mellowed..

    Thanks much!


    • She walks in beauty, like the night
      Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
      And all that's best of dark and bright
      Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
      Thus mellow'd to that tender light
      Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

      One shade the mo

      • Really at his finest, I think. Byron without remoteness or pose.

        Genuinely admiring and adoring, but shy of cloying sentimentality in the kind of poem that so often is just so.

        The best thing to do, in love? It is to love - so that it burns completely down without presence or absence as condition on the burning.

        • by johndiii (229824) *

          The best thing to do, in love? It is to love - so that it burns completely down without presence or absence as condition on the burning.

          Yes, exactly so. Well put.

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