Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art


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.
John Keats, Endymion (1818)

História de amor verdadeira entre o poeta ingês John Keats e Fanny Brawne

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