Monday, August 4, 2008


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...

Bower-a leafy shelter, or rustic dwelling.
Now, I know. Endymion Book I my favorite poem, by John Keats.

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