Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats (Public Domain)

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus express       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape       Of deities or mortals, or of both,               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad …

Sigue leyendo Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats (Public Domain)