“Let its Trumpet Blow…”

“Let its Trumpet Blow…”

And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

 

Excerpt, Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever] -John Keats

 

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Photography Beth Horta for Sweet Sabelle.

 

 

 

 

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