John Keats - On d**h lyrics

Can d**h be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pa** as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake.