Bright Star – John Keats

L'antro delle Muse


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’ human shores,
or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
no – yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
pillowed 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.


Oh fossi come te, lucente stella,
costante – non sospeso in solitario
splendore in alto nella notte, e spiando,
con le palpebre schiuse eternamente
come eremita paziente ed insonne
della natura, le mobili acque
nel loro compito sacerdotale
di pura abluzione intorno ai lidi

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