ASLEEP
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!

BY:John Keats

At Shagga Restaurant

Leaves

Leaves fell from the tree

Reluctant to the ground.

Strange how soft they died--

Died without a sound.

But now their drying bones

Whisper on the walk.

Like tragic ghosts, they are

Now compelled to talk.

Whisper on, you ghosts,

Of a springtime spent,

Of a summer past,

Of a life that went.