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 dream, and health, and quiet breathing.
(first few lines of "A Thing of Beauty" by John Keats)
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| I highly recommend reading the rest of the poem. Its title is so fitting. |
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