[Mama_Bear]

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy for Ever

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness 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-darken'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits... John Keats

[JustAmy]

Hi Mama_Bear ......
Such good news tonight. It may be tough getting to sleep tonight.
That is a beautiful poem and lovely image. Thank you!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks so much for the lovely poem, Lori.