Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
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i think keats is one of the greatest lyrical poets who ever wrote in english. and it strikes me, reading this, that what drove his verse was his uncorked and unguarded passion that rushed through his singing self. -gk
a piece of history that is death no; a sleeping just a living death dreamy or nightmare within just closing eyes with eyelid- a pampers of sight king dream within dreams in numbing grim disdain or adorn! from moonlit to sun beam..............................
A great craving for his sensuous love, Poet John Keats kindles desire for love to all!
on inert palanquin a numbness body as like as paralyzed being just breathing the curtain of eyes cover the eyeball nothing is seeing a sleeping........
And let me breathe into the happy air, That doth enfold and touch thee all about, Nice poem.
wish someone would read this to me before going to bed, it might cure my insomnia
Add a comment. Very beautifull poem