A Thing Of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increase it will never
Pass into nothingness but will keep
A bower quiet for us and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams and health and queit breathing
Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth
Spite pf despondence of the inhuman dearth of noble natures of the gloomy day
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 , tress 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 convert 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 form the heaven' s brink.