Mother Goose Does Keats
Mary had a Grecian Urn
Whose pictures made her glad,
Yet sometimes when she thought a bit
They also made her sad.
The pictures did not move at all.
A thousand years perhaps
Gone by since someone made the Urn
But time did not elapse
Inside the worlds the pictures showed.
No change, no end of youth.
One moment, endless, beautiful.
And beauty is the truth.
However, Mary also knew
And did not need to prove
That truth and beauty have no use
For people who can't move.
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