glories infinite, haunt us Posted on December 1, 2025December 1, 2025 by dig The passion poesy, glories infinite,Haunt us till they become a cheering lightUnto our souls, and bound to us so fast,That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast,They alway must be with us, or we die. – Keats Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Related Published by dig View all posts by dig
