Sonnet to Sleep

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Sonnet to Sleep  (1819) 
by John Keats

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 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.