Monday, August 2, 2010

a thing of beauty.

(Endymion)
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.
[John Keats]

Be sure to go back and enter for my blog giveaway!
p.s. My LCD screen is ordered...should be around a week or so till it's back here with me. :)
p.p.s. Sorry. This is so a cop-out post. :P

2 comments:

hfaithe85 said...

I love John Keats...so lovely. :)

Chana said...

AH!! I forgot about your giveaway post! I have to do that:) And I love this post!