A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
John KeatsBut let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
John KeatsA thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
John KeatsBut let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
John Keats