A Thing of Beauty

A beautiful thing is a source of eternal joy. It's attractiveness grows with passage of time and it's impact never fades away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

It's loveliness increases, it will never

Pass into nothingness;

Robust health and mental peace. It provides the beholder with a heaven of tranquillity and solace. It is beauty of nature that keeps us attached to earth.

but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

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

Every morning we collect fresh lovely flowers and prepare garlands. 

Therefore,on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

The fascination for flowers is our bonding with dearth. It helps us steer clear of despondency and disappointments. Bower is a pleasant place in shade under a tree. It protects everyone from hot rays of sun. 

We forget all our despair of acute shortages of noble souls, of misfortunes that overtakes us to test our forbearance. Life is full of trials and tribulations and we often find ourselves in midst of gloom. It is at such depressing moments that a sight full of beauty dispels the pall of sadness from our spirits making room for hope and optimism.

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,

The object of beauty are countless. These include heavenly bodies like sun, moon. Old and young trees that provide cool shelter to sleep, the daffodils flowers encased in green leaves, the streams that flow through a shady passage which they make themselves with plants, and bushes that bear fragrant flowers.  Wonderful tales of heros who lived or died heroically which inspire us with matchless beauty. 

Some shape of beauty  moves away the pall

From our dark spirits. Such is 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

The magnificience that we imagine for our mighty dead forefathers and doomsday.

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.

Beautiful bounty of the earth has bestowed with sun, moon, nature etc.