Um poema de Keats

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art - Bright star, would I Were the steadfast thou art -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart, And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Hermit
The moving waters at their priestlike task The moving waters at priestlike Their task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, To feel for ever soft fall and swell ITS,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever - or else swoon to death. And so live ever - or else swoon to death.

1819 1819

Estrela Brilhante Estrelas brilhantes, que eu estava firme como tu - Não está em esplendor solitário pendurado no alto da noite E olhando, com tampas eterna distante, ,Como paciente da Natureza, eremita sem dormir, As águas que se deslocam na sua tarefa De costas humanos terra redonda puro ablução, o Ou olhar sobre a nova máscara caiu soft- De neve sobre as montanhas e os mouros - , Não - mas ainda firme, continua imutável, sobre o peito de amadurecimento meu amor feira, Para sentir para sempre a sua queda suave e inchar, , Acordado para sempre em uma inquietação doce, , Mesmo assim, ainda de ouvir a sua respiração concurso tomadas, . E assim viver cada vez - ou então desmaio à morte. 1819 1819