The poem
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.
Mr. Keats poem influenced me to think of all the people and events of my life both new & old. And how they only grow in beauty and are an endless flow of "immortal drink pouring unto us from heavens brink"
I sometimes wonder , how dark can A THING OF BEAUTY be ...
I've somehow LIVED with dear Mr.Keats' poems ... And the tragedy which RUNS in his words , and sadly in his life , always leads me to an answer ...
The man whose name was writ in water ... :)
It is really dounting to face the inhumane dearth of noble nature if it were not for thee- "Esoteric Keats"
Where can I get a comlete recitation of 'A Thing Of Beauty?'