A Thing Of Beauty Poem by amina kamran

A Thing Of Beauty

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A Thing for beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness, but still will keep
A bower quite for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quite 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 over-darkened way
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: such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; water 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 the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Sadiqullah Khan 30 October 2009

Great lines, great maturity. Rhyming is too good. The things of beauty are also the things for beauty. Keep sharing. Thanks.10+++

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