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first stanza:

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)

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.

by John Keats
published in 1818
sculpture of Endymion sleeping.  marble.  2nd century A.D.
British Museum, London

The story of Endymion  

In Greek mythology Endymion

is said to have been a shepherd

comparable in beauty to Adonis.

So great was his physical beauty

that Selene, goddess of the moon

fell in love with him and bore him fifty daughters.

Favoured by Zeus

Endymion was granted his request

to sleep forever –

thus remaining deathless and ageless.

And so, each night Selene visited him

to gaze eternally upon her sleeping beauty.