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23 February 2011 @ 10:55 pm
Lisa was  



A Thing of Beauty

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-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.

- John Keats

 
 
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robinellenrobinellen on February 24th, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
This fits her so well -- thank you, Kristin...and many hugs and peaceful thoughts to you, as you say good bye.
walkwritewalkwrite on February 24th, 2011 09:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Robin.
XOX
(Anonymous) on March 13th, 2011 01:49 pm (UTC)
curiousnomad
I'm dying of curiousity. When will you next book be out?
This year? Next year? Any idea what the book'll be about?
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