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.

John Keats

  I wonder what John's point was in this poem? To me it throws a sense of nature, peace, and truth. "Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask" That phrase right there is full of some much life, I could think about what that means, for years on end. Some poetry I read is vague and difficult but this is clear and clean. 

I'd love to study John Keats as a person, to really understand how he formed his poetry, and how he formed his work!