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Bright Star

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. 

Love's Philosophy

Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,

 And the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix forever

 With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

 All things by a law divine

In another's being mingle--

 Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,

 And the waves clasp one another;

No sister flower could be forgiven

 If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

 And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--

What are all these kissings worth,

 If thou kiss not me?