john keats is such a gangster. (& Peter Lindbergh)

"When by my solitary hearth I sit, 

When no fair dreams before my - mind’s eye - flit,
 

And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
 

Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
 

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.
 

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
 

Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
 

Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
 

And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
 

Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
 

And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof."

-John Keats

photo by Peter Lindbergh. model: Natalia Vodianova