In the canon
Ode on a Grecian Urn
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1819
- Pages
- Pages 2
A poet circles an ancient vase whose carved lovers are frozen forever almost kissing, and asks what its stillness knows, hearing back only that beauty is truth, truth beauty.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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