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As Constant poem on justruminating men's blog

Oh this bright moon if only I were so constant.
Not drifting along the darkened skies all night
And watching, with eyes ever wide in torment
As nature’s lone insomniac in sleepless plight.
The swell of the mighty sea, at his arduous feat
Of endless washing earth’s rough rocky shores,
Or gazing so solemnly upon freshly fallen sheet
Of snow upon mountain roofs and valley floors;
No– to still be as constant and still immovable
Resting quietly upon my love’s delicate breast.
Oh! just to feel forever its delicate rise and fall,
For me to never sleep, to stay in sweet distress.
That still, I might always listen to her soft sigh,
Therefore to live eternally, else eclipse and die.

(older poetry)

So Constant is my sonnet homage to my favorite poet John Keats’

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”

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.
(In honor of the anniversary of the passing of John Keats)  Thanks Yaz!