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    John Keats - Sonnet To Sleep


    by poetictouch

    John Keats - Sonnet To Sleep - Read by Douglas Hodge

    Sonnet To Sleep
    by John Keats (1795-1821)

    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 passèd day will shine
    Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
    Save me from curious Conscience, that still hoards
    Its strength for darkness, burrowing like the mole;
    Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
    And seal the hushèd Casket of my Soul.