A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
That's one of the reasons why poetry endures, though it's not just for its beauty, typically, that a poem endures. Sometimes that's enough, but often it's something deeper that poetry offers--though that, too, is a sort of beauty, is it not?
What do you think of poetry? What are some poems that you find to be "a joy for ever"?