Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d uponContinue reading ““Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | 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: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 the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOfContinue reading “A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats”