"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"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."
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Source: 'Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art' (1819)
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