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Poem Of The Week:
To Sleep By John Keats (1795-1821)
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Steve Whitaker
Features Writer
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To Sleep O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleased 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.
P.ublished 7th February 2026