“Bright star, would I were as 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 steadfast , still unchangeable,

Pillow`d upon my fair love`s ripening breast,

To feel forever it`s soft fall and swell,

Awake forever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender – taken breath,

And so live ever — or else swoon to death.”

The romantic poet John Keats` love for Fanny Brawne inspired some of the most beautiful and tender love letters and poems ever written. Living next door to her in Hampstead between 1819 and 1820 produced many of his most creative and notable…