A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness 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.
Endymion, by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness 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.