A Thing of Beauty Is a Joy Forever was published in 1818 as Endymion, Book I.
William Trost Richards, Woodland landscape, 1860
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness 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-darkn’d 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; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
If you’ve ever awoken with a dream on your mind Thinking that your real-world ain’t fine Then you can understand a little of mine. If the thought of something keeps foremost in your thoughts and dreams Then it’s time to re-evaluate things. If you do you’ll see what it brings. Time is not an indicator of a change Its how you use your time, the little that remains. That way, in the end, nothing leaves a permanent stain. Dreams can be indicators maybe of problems in your real life They can help to open your eyes. Maybe for you, it’s as simple as using a knife. Others though don’t look at it all that wise They think dreams are lies. They fail to see between the lines. I believe sometimes God gives us dreams Helps us to look at different ways of things Sort of, like him carrying us on his wings.
Once upon a time There was no reason or rhyme My heart held a song It was about where I belong My eyes held the pain Of my sorrow that attached to my name. I had a load of questions Some good, some bad, and it was over decisions My head was filled with trouble My mind kept me in that bubble. I exploded one day It left me in a obscure way. Now I live in the now, Someday, somehow And this girl seemed content, Though her heart strings were bent If you’ve been there you know what I meant. The End is not here, nope Peace, Love, and Hope.
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