Poetry Corner!

Just thought I'd add some beautiful poetry into the mix!

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass 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.

John Keats


A short and sweet composition, that lingers in the mind long after.
One to remember.