“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.” (John Keats)
“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.” (John Keats)