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Gedicht an den Schlaf

Wenn man mit alten Menschen unterwegs ist, kann es passieren, dass sie, an einem ruhigen und warmen Ort, einfach in den Schlaf fallen.

Sir Douglas Morpeth/ 28. April 2012/ 14:27:13/ Watts Gallery, Guilford (England). George Frederic Watts (1817 – 1904) gehört zu den wichtigsten Malern der viktorianischen Ära.

To Sleep

O soft embalmer of the still midnight,

Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,

Our gloom-pleas’d 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.

Then save me, or the passed day will shine

Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—

Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords

Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,

And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

by John Keats (1795 – 1821)

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