“Let its Trumpet Blow…”

And now at once, adventuresome, I sendMy herald thought into a wilderness:There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dressMy uncertain path with green, that I may speedEasily onward, thorough flowers and weed.   Excerpt, Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever] -John Keats     Photography Beth Horta for Sweet [...]