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 dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

Death is Life's high meed.

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!