A Thing of Beauty by John Keats Story

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.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
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
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the 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.

The poet, John Keats, was a nature-lover who loved beauty in any form. He expresses his love for beautiful objects saying that they are a source of eternal joy and pleasure. Their beauty keeps on increasing with the passage of time and it doesn’t fade away. Rather its memory is imprinted in our min and keeps us cool and quiet which in turn leads to a sound sleep full of sweet dreams. This sound sleep bring mental peace and keeps us healthy too.

Every morning, we wreathe a garland i.e., a flowery band which keeps us attached and connected to earth. Human being face many disappointments in their life due to the scarcity of noble human beings or by following the unhealthy path of negative thoughts. Still there comes a ray of hope when we look at the same beautiful object as it takes away the covering of negativity from one’s mind and fill it with optimism. This helps us shed sadness from our minds.

The bountiful nature is full of beautiful objects like the sun, the moon, trees whether old or young which provide shade to everyone, the daffodils which bloom in the forests, the clear streams which provide cooling effect in the area where they are found against the hot season and make everyone feel comfortable. The mid forest ferns and musk roses also have the same effect on us and give us mental peace and calmness.

John Keats now describes the literary beauty, the beauty which is found in the tales of the mighty and powerful people who are no more in this world now. The stories of their bravery, which we have heard or read, inspire us to be brave and courageous like those people. All the beautiful things have been compared to the immortal drink which is being poured to us straight from the heaven.