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.
A thing of beauty is an excerpt of “Endymion : A Poetic
Romance’. Here the poet wants to make this world worth living for mankind free from
suffering and gloomy. A thing of beauty is a ceaseless source of joy. It never fades and
passes into nothingness, rather it always gives us a pleasant feeling which
causes a sound sleep with full of sweet dreams and a smooth breathing.
There are so many disappointment and dejection around us. We
suffer from gloomy sadness and dearth of human qualities. In the midst of all
these evil and unhealthy ways some shape of beauty bring joy and uncover the
darkness of sufferings.
The sun, the moon, old and young trees, reel with
transparent water, blooming daffodils -
all that are constant source of joy and happiness provide the humanity a sweet
sensation. This loveliness surpasses grandeur of the dooms that we have
imagined. The beauty of endless fountain pours our heart with heavenly bliss
like immortal secret drink.
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