Bright Star(Waltz Version)(buraitosutawarutsubajon) meg

Bright star , would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching , with eternal lids apart ,
Like natures patient , sleepless Eremite ,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earths human shores ,
Or gazing on the new soft - fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors

No yet still stedfast , still unchangeable ,
Pillowd upon my fair loves 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 .

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 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.