Endymion: A Poetic Romance, p. 1

Endymion Book 1^st

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.
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 w^days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all
Some shape of beauty moves away the Pall
From our dark spirits, and before us dances
Like glitter on the points of Arthur’s lances.
    Of these bright powers are ^Such the sun, and ^the Moon
Trees old, and young sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; of these ^{and such} are daffodils
And ^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 Muskrose blooms:
Of these ^{And such} too are ^is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;