Sunday, 22 May 2011

Sunday Night Poetry

Here's a beautiful and timeless poem because sometimes it's nice to reminded of the bright that's in us all. This poem is dedicated to someone - the brightest and best star I know, the Northern lights in fact..

Bright Star by John Keats

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,
Pillow'd 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 to death.

(Photos are via tumblr and linked. Get a good nights sleep.)


  1. Beautiful :) I hope you have had a great weekend :)

    Love, Vanilla

  2. Such a great peaceful way to wind down the day.

  3. I love the poem and I love the photos! Truly beautiful.

  4. Wow, thank you. I feel like magic dust was just tossed on me.


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