A homage to Keats and somebody else…

Bright star, remain by me stedfast
and fixed to my loving thoughts.
Refrain from flitting and cease hovering watchfully
aloft on waves of circumspection.
When I think of those eyes of yours
they are as like an iridescent dragonfly that
in the past I would have caught.
But, what use is a dragonfly dead in a jar
sacrificed and still upon a diamond pin?
The dragonfly that shimmers and glints in the air
sparkles hues like the shades of all our humours.
So no. Better to be you with all your fitful ways
and feel excitement, exasperation, evasion
than to be my static ceremonial occasion.