Poem
A Thing of Beauty
John Keats
A
Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but 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,
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;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink
- John Keats
About the
Poet
John
Keats (1795 – 1821) was a British Romantic poet. Although trained to be a surgeon,
Keats decided to devote himself wholly to poetry. Keats’ secret, his power to sway
and delight the readers, lies primarily in his gift for perceiving the world and
living his moods and aspirations in terms of language. "A Thing of Beauty'
is an excerpt from his poem ‘Endymion: A Poetic Romance’. The poem is based on a
Greek legend, in which Endymion, a beautiful young shepherd and poet who lived on
Mount Latmos, had a vision of Cynthia, the Moon Goddess. The enchanted youth resolved
to seek her out and so wandered away through the forest and downunder the sea.
Glossary
bower (n) - shelter under the shade
of trees
wreathing (v) - cover, surround, encircle
something
pall (n) - covering
rills (n) - clear stream
sprinkling (v) - falling in fine drops
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