John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

His Last Sonnet - Poem by John Keats

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's 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.

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  • (1/16/2018 9:09:00 PM)

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  • (12/18/2017 8:09:00 AM)

    Better than I would've done (Report) Reply

  • (12/9/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    really bad a dont like it (Report) Reply

  • (11/20/2017 8:24:00 AM)

    enchanting words ,sir John keats (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/14/2017 12:23:00 AM)

    described in a good way (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/14/2017 12:22:00 AM)

    superb.. well done..... (Report) Reply

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    a great one.... keep it up (Report) Reply

  • (2/3/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    Such beautiful words
    I fell in love with this poem at my granny's funeral pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast gets me everytime: '(It used to be our favourite past time (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/8/2016 11:02:00 PM)

    love's ripening breast, good one. (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2016 11:15:00 AM)

    Simply superb, captivating poem and a great pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (8/8/2016 6:23:00 AM)

    It is not for nothing that Keats has excelled so much in the history of English Literature. A look at the portrayal of nature and the sensuousness displayed in his descriptions. Matchless.
    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
    Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
    To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
    (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2016 4:53:00 PM)

    beautiful expression of verses (Report) Reply

  • (1/3/2016 7:37:00 PM)

    ..........reads beautifully, a lovely sonnet ★ (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2015 8:27:00 AM)

    Not wishing upon a star but wishing to be one. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (10/6/2014 12:43:00 PM)

    Immensely sensual..... Young man wishing to adore the most beautiful things of life with the constant ability as a star in heaven, sleepless, only to realize that such ability would be best used to adore his lover, something he wishes to do forever.... Am I wrong in recognizing this as a rather powerful love poem? Though somewhat lacking of the usual mastery of assonance I have become accustomed to in Keat's writing. Dare I assume Keats was a young man when he wrote this? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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