A thing of beauty is a joy forever

John Keats wrote this famous poem titled "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". I have excerpted a few lines from his poem to go with my picture here.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 

Its loveliness increases; 

It will never Pass into nothingness; 

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-darkened ways 

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall.  

John Keats