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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 masque / 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 in death.
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Bill Murray reads poems to construction workers
she sure is different…
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