John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

On Death Poem by John Keats


1.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

2.
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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