Sonnet To Sleep Poem by John Keats

John Keats

London, England

Sonnet To Sleep

Rating: 2.8


O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.
Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bon Thompson 26 March 2018

Surely one of the most beautiful poets whose name be writ in gold.

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