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Bright Star

by Nikö Laetailleurs

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Bright star 07:14
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. By John Keats (1795–1821)
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Would I were 05:42
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Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death By John Keats (1795–1821)
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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. John Keats (1795–1821)
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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. John Keats (1795–1821)
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After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; The eyelids with the passing coolness play, Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains. The calmest thoughts come round us—as of leaves Budding,—fruit ripening in stillness,—autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves,— Sweet Sappho’s cheek;—a smiling infant’s breath,— The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,— A woodland rivulet, a Poet’s death. By John Keats (1795–1821)
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After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; The eyelids with the passing coolness play, Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains. The calmest thoughts come round us—as of leaves Budding,—fruit ripening in stillness,—autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves,— Sweet Sappho’s cheek;—a smiling infant’s breath,— The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,— A woodland rivulet, a Poet’s death. by John Keats (1795–1821)
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I'm gone 06:18
Through the moutains, through the oceans, I keep on walking, I keep on riding Through deep space, timeless, I keep on moving, I keep on flying I'm gone, everything's new Thanks to you, I meet your eyes, touch your skin, I keep on feeling I'm gone, everything's new Thanks to you, I see your smile, feel your body against me Be with you, out of time, keep on dancing, keep on triping I'm gone, everything's new And you are so I'm gone And we are dancing on A sweet cloud out of time I'm gone
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released July 1, 2014

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