Reading poetry this afternoon, I came upon these lines. They express so well what life should be for all of us:
Let there nothing be
More boisterous than a lover’s bended knee;
Nought more ungentle than the placid look
Of one who leans upon a closed book;
Nought more untranquil than the grassy slopes
Between two hills.
-- John Keats, “Sleep and Poetry”
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