“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats

John Keats(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to… Continue reading A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats