The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach… – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Poetry:
Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Living Differently 