Corrupt a Poem

Fine, fine. You can give up and go to bed.

"To Sleep"
John Keats

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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
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.
 
Yasss.

O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
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 receding hairline, 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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
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 receding hairline, 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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
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 cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, 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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, 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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, 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.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.[
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will whine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd Batman, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will whine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd Batman, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness cosine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will whine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd Batman, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness cosine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the play dough ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will whine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
O soft embalmer of the still seaweed,
Shutting, with Commissioner fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd Batman, embower'd from the screed,
Enshaded in forgetfulness cosine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, paint
In midst of this thine hymn my willing fleas,
Or wait the play dough ere thy poppy mice
Around my bed its lulling cavities.
Then save me, or the passed day will whine
Upon my receding hairline, breeding many lice,—
Save me from curious defibrillators, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a flea;
Turn the key deftly in the tax-deductible revenge,
And seal the hushed Casket of my broccoli.
 
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