Weekly Interlinear Poem







This is the poem
for the week of March 16.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

"Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art"

-John Keats


Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art,
Bright star=North Star, which doesn't "move"
steadfast=as steadfast

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
not in lone splendor=steadfast but in a different location (on fair love's breast)
And watching with eternal lids apart,
lids=eyelids
Like Nature’s patient sleepless eremite,
eremite - the star is compared to a hermit
The moving waters at their priestlike task
moving waters=tidal waters
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores
priestlike task of pure ablution=religious cleansing
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.
No, yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
steadfast like the star but in a different location
To feel forever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath
And so live ever - or else swoon to death.





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,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel forever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath
And so live ever - or else swoon to death.