Lyrics of “On Death”
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
The transient pleasures as a vision seem
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
Can death be sleep?
Life is a dream, dream
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
How strange it is that man on earth should roam
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His ruggèd path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom, which is but to awake
Can death be sleep?
Life is a dream, dream
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
Can death be sleep?
Can death be sleep?
The original lines of “On Death” by John Keats
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream
And scenes of bliss pass a phantom buy
The transient pleasures as a vision seem
And yet we think the greatest pain to die
How strange it is that man on earth should roam
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His ruggèd path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom, which is but to awake