Song | Bright Star By John Keats. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart-String Quartet in C major ‘Dissonant’ excerpt from 1st mov |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Words For You - The Next Chapter |
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[00:00.93] | Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— |
[00:04.34] | Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night |
[00:07.20] | And watching, with eternal lids apart, |
[00:09.78] | Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, |
[00:12.76] | The moving waters at their priestlike task |
[00:15.47] | Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, |
[00:19.01] | Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask |
[00:22.15] | Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— |
[00:25.41] | No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, |
[00:28.98] | Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, |
[00:32.43] | To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, |
[00:36.80] | Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, |
[00:39.88] | Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, |
[00:44.78] | And so live ever—or else swoon to death. |
[00:54.38] |
[00:00.93] | Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art |
[00:04.34] | Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night |
[00:07.20] | And watching, with eternal lids apart, |
[00:09.78] | Like nature' s patient, sleepless Eremite, |
[00:12.76] | The moving waters at their priestlike task |
[00:15.47] | Of pure ablution round earth' s human shores, |
[00:19.01] | Or gazing on the new softfallen mask |
[00:22.15] | Of snow upon the mountains and the moors |
[00:25.41] | No yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, |
[00:28.98] | Pillow' d upon my fair love' s ripening breast, |
[00:32.43] | To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, |
[00:36.80] | Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, |
[00:39.88] | Still, still to hear her tendertaken breath, |
[00:44.78] | And so live ever or else swoon to death. |
[00:54.38] |
[00:00.93] | Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art |
[00:04.34] | Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night |
[00:07.20] | And watching, with eternal lids apart, |
[00:09.78] | Like nature' s patient, sleepless Eremite, |
[00:12.76] | The moving waters at their priestlike task |
[00:15.47] | Of pure ablution round earth' s human shores, |
[00:19.01] | Or gazing on the new softfallen mask |
[00:22.15] | Of snow upon the mountains and the moors |
[00:25.41] | No yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, |
[00:28.98] | Pillow' d upon my fair love' s ripening breast, |
[00:32.43] | To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, |
[00:36.80] | Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, |
[00:39.88] | Still, still to hear her tendertaken breath, |
[00:44.78] | And so live ever or else swoon to death. |
[00:54.38] |