Question

Read the following poem carefully.
A THING OF BEAUTY
Athing 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
(5) 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 death
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
(10) 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.
John Keats



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