To Sleep
John Keats
1795 to 1821
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And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;