Poem of the Week: A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats

09 March 2012

//
{photo via pinterest}

A Thing of Beauty 
By John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 
Its lovliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills 
That for themselves a cooling covert make 
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 
We have imagined for the mighty dead; 
An endless fountain of immortal drink, 
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 

Have a wonderful evening, ladies! 
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." — James 1:17

2 epistles:

  1. How lovely!!!

    Lovingly,
    Miss Grace
    >>----> come stop for tea @ gracesgardenwalk.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete
  2. very beautiful. I love John Keats' work. a very great poet.
    I recommend the movie "Bright Star" for anyone interested in the life and love of John Keats.

    visit me at: lifeisanadventurewaitingtohappen.blogspot.com

    :)

    ReplyDelete

"Gracious words are like a honeycomb; sweetness to the soul and health to the body." —Proverbs 16:24

Related Posts with Thumbnails