Sleep and Poetry O, if in some warm nook it were allowed, That I could sleep and see the day’s hues glow, Filling all earthly sense with scents of crowd, In nature’s arms— a world without a woe;

Wrapped in calm and sweet serenity— Dreaming until the sunlight wakes; and then, Realizing, growing bright much further free, No gates shall interrupt this sweet repose again.

• John Keats