esposito's box
Sunday, April 10, 2005
  Poetry Month-Some Keats
Good Night. Here is a poem to recite whilst on a pillow.
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embowered 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 lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole.
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
and seal the hushed casket of my soul.
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