Ode to a Nightingale Songtext
von Mark Bradshaw

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