Happy Friday!
I have a busy weekend ahead but I’m hoping to get plenty of reading done as well.
My chosen poem this week is by the English poet of the second generation of Romantic poets John Keats (1795-1821).
To Sleep
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 soother Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
O 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.
John Keats
Happy Reading
Lady Book Dragon 
I remember reading somewhere that Keats is a “nocturnal” poet because he has so many poems about sleep, midnight, nightingales, darkness, etc. This one is so soothing, makes me feel sleepy right away.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the idea of a nocturnal poet! I am a night owl so I like poems about the night.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like them too, I find them more sensual for some reason. Maybe because you can’t see as much at night so you have to engage the other senses.
LikeLiked by 1 person