A Thing of Beauty
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.
Infant Joy
“I have no name: I am but two days old.” What shall I call thee? “I happy am, Joy is my name.” Sweet joy befall thee!
To A Skylark
UP with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind!
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Romantic Evening
We take a long drive, Up to the mountain side. We take a long walk, Around the mountain’s trail. As we look around, We see nature’s beauty. Stunning leaves lay upon the earth, Gorgeous flowers grow upon the soil. We can feel the breeze, As it flurries past. We can smell the sweetness in the […]
