Summary Poem analysis of 'Endymion' by John Keats

‘Endymion’ – John keates

, A thing of beauty is a joy forever:

lts loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower48 quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow49, are we wreathing50

A flowery band51 to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence52, of the inhuman dearth53

Of noble natures54, of the gloomy55 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 pall56

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting57 a shady boon58

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills59

That for themselves a cooling covert60 make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake61,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose62 blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms63

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.