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.
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.

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'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.

Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end!
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.


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Post# 341450 1/16/2016 at 23:01 (3,015 days old) by vacuumlad1650 (Wauponsee, IL)
Checkrate/Likes 1 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. 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'ercast, They always must be with us, or we die. Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I Will trace the story of Endymion. The very music of the name has gone Into my being, and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own valleys: so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din; Now while the early budders are just new, And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests; while the willow trails Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer My little boat, for many quiet hours, With streams that deepen freshly into bowers. Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white, Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story. O may no wintry season, bare and hoary, See it half finished: but let Autumn bold, With universal tinge of sober gold, Be all about me when I make an end! And now at once, adventuresome, I send My herald thought into a wilderness: There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress My uncertain path with green, that I may speed Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

Post# 341451 , Reply# 1 1/16/2016 at 23:03 (3,015 days old) by vacuumlad1650 (Wauponsee, IL)
Checkrate/Likes What are your best looking Vacuum's? here are mine! -The (soon to be mine) 50th Anniversary Electrolux Golden Jubilee -The Electrolux Epic 3500 Upright -The Electrolux Diplomat (will look better when Nathan sends the correct filter cover and I go buy a hose!) Andy Rousonelos Photos... < > Photo 1 of 3 View Full Size

Post# 341482 , Reply# 2 1/17/2016 at 14:36 (3,014 days old) by s31463221 (Frenchburg, KY)
Checkrate/Likes 1 *A few of mine...* Enjoy! Photos... < > Photo 1 of 4 View Full Size

Post# 341488 , Reply# 3 1/17/2016 at 15:37 (3,014 days old) by vacuumlad1650 (Wauponsee, IL)
Checkrate/Likes Those are really nice! That first XXX Electrolux was something else. here is the one im getting

Post# 341536 , Reply# 4 1/18/2016 at 09:06 (3,014 days old) by s31463221 (Frenchburg, KY)
Checkrate/Likes *Thanks Andy* That first XXX was actually a creation of my own! I had a dead (well dying) XXX in rather bad condition, so I just decided to get creative with it! It sports a new motor, fresh paint job, and that print pattern on it is actually a heavy wallpaper piece that I cut using a spare XXX cover I got from Jimmy Martin for the pattern. I took the original gray handle and using a paint designed to adhere to plastic, painted it to match the body. I paired it with a new hose, and it does surprisingly well, although it doesn't exactly have that quiet hum I'm accustomed to on an XXX! Photos... < > Photo 1 of 3 View Full Size

Post# 341537 , Reply# 5 1/18/2016 at 09:18 (3,014 days old) by vacuumlad1650 (Wauponsee, IL)
Checkrate/Likes Well, it sure stands out! I would never have guessed it was a DIY Project rather when electrolux sold some models with designs on them in what i think was 1950 or 51 Andy