Prelude to a Dream

by John Keats [Posthumous]

22 February 2022 on my Impending Demise

Soon I pass mutability to touch the star of your heart.
My love, I reach beyond limb and mind,
Return plenum to its start.
The grave is but the leaf’s first breath
Escaped the flowering bough;
Tomorrow the ground I stand upon
Today, an end of my path.
Great surgeon, cut deep and clean
That I might then all this earth wean
From sense and sake, cleft and kind,
Accept your moisture, repair my dark.