To Sleep
John Keats
1795 to 1821
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,