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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion):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 fr

A Bed Among The Clouds Poem

I let balloons go on purpose giving them the freedom I cannot have, the freedom among the storm clouds that I pine for every night, to be blanketed in sheets of rain drops and tucked in by the  fingers of the wind, with the lightning as a night light and a lullaby  hummed from the throat of thunder. But, iron trees put down roots in concrete, and, darling, my feet are fixed to the ground. So, I let the balloons go to give them a bed among the clouds...!!! Thank's  - See more at: