Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
 

by 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 5
     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, 10
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 stedfast as thou art — Keats wrote this poem in 1819 and copied it into a volume of Shakespeare while on board ship when sailing to Italy in 1820

Eremite —a Christian hermit

my fair love’ s — if Keats has a specific woman in mind at this point, it would almost certainly be Fanny Brawne.