Answer:
Bright star, would I were faithful as thou artwork—
Not in lone magnificent drape upward the night
And observe, with everlasting lids alone,
Like creation's patient, restless Solitary,
The operating waters at their priestly task
Of purity cleansing round earth's human geography,
Or look upon the new descending veil
Of snow upon the summit and the upland—
No—now still loyal, still unvarying,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's mellow chest,
To perceive for eternally its pulpy descend and expand,
Arouse continually in a pure disruption,
Motionless, unmoving to catch her kind-captured breath,
And so exist at all—or instead keel over to extinguish