Finally, something normal-ish. - Bright Star

"And watching, with eternal lids apart," (Line 3)

       The speaker seems to be addressing a star that he envies. That star is allowed to ponder the apple of his eye: the beautiful earth every evening, but the speaker can't seem to get enough of the love of his life. He isn't as "steadfast" as the star is. Basically, he isn't consistent in his time with his love, and he wishes to be more like the star in that respect. This seems to be the only poem in the bunch with any sense of normalcy or atleast a lack of weird diction or imagery. So, thank you, John Keats. Your poem is greatly appreciated by me (and probably a fair few of my peers). Although I can't entirely grasp your magically-spun words, I needed them all the same. This poem follows the approval of the star by the speaker, but it also emphasizes the endearing qualities of a star. Stars guard the earth while also beautifying it, and the speaker feels his love embellishes the earth as much as the brightest star.