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A Thing of Beauty - John Keats


A Thing of Beauty By John Keats (Source TN Textbook)

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

Its loveliness increases, it will never

Pass into nothingness; but 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,

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;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink

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