FROM "ENDYMION."

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11509, 4 October 1915, Page 4

FROM "ENDYMION."

* — A thing of beauty is a joy for ever. Jts loveliness increases ; it will never I'as.i into nothii\gness; but still will keei> A bower quiet for us and a sleep Full ofh sweet dreams, and health and quiet breaching. Therefore, on every morrow, are wo wreathing;. A fio werv band to bind us to the earth, Spiic of despondence, of the inhuman do a nil Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of Jill the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways for our sea rolling; yes. in spite of Some shay) 2 of beauty moves away the pall _ From our dark spiruS. Such the sun, tho moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple .sheep; and such are (laltodils With the p;reen world they live in; and elei'.r rills Tli at for themselves* a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake. Rich with a sprinkling of fair muskro- r blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagftotl for {lie 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. —Keats.