jamie kathleen

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: It's 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... Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour; no, even as the trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, the passion poesy, glories infinite, haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, that whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercst, they always must be with us, or we die. -John Keats