Hast ever tramped along the road
That has no end?
The far brown winding road, your one
A tattered weather-beaten swag,
A silent mate
His dumb warm comfort to the heart,
A fount where […]
Ode on a Grecian Urn
by John Keats
Thou still unravished bride of quietness!
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flow’ry tale more sweetly than our […]