Asleep! O Sleep a Little While, White Pearl!, par John Keats

John Keats

Asleep! O Sleep a Little While, White Pearl!

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,

And let me breathe into the happy air,

That doth enfold and touch thee all about,

Vows of my slavery, my giving up,

My sudden adoration, my great love!

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