To Sleep
John Keats
1795 to 1821
Track 1
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. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
Around my bed its lulling charities.