POEM OF THE MONTH
A Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
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.
--John Keats (Lines 1-5)
--Anonymous (16th century)
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