A thing of beauty ..

Hi sweeties

I wanted to share this wounderful poem with you

its by JOHN KEATS. you shall feel and enjoy it as it affects me

actually I google it and later on I found its name

Endymion

I quoted it from:

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern
vol. xv 15


Endymion


A THING of beauty is a joy for ever;
Its lovelyness increases: it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still wil 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
Aflowery band to bind us to earth,
Spite of despondance, of the inhuman death
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened 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:
All lovely tales that we have heard or read.

JOHN KEATS

Miss Ahoud was right when she said it's one of the best Romantic poems...

If you notice there is alot of details but not complecated ones very simple . It makes you enjoy the poem more

thank you thank you thank you

J.J.