济慈的诗（BrightStar 灿烂的星！）,济慈(JohnKeats，1795年10月31日-1821年2月23日),
,灿烂的星,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 moo百思特网rs---,No-yet still steadfast, 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.,
,每当我害怕,When I have fears that I may cease to be,Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,,Before high-piled books, in charactery,,Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;,When I behold, upon the night's starr'd 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.,