XXI.
To Sleep.
Care-charming Sleepe, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, gently thyself dispose
On this afflicted wight; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers, give nothing that is loud,
Or painfull to his slumbers; ease is sweet,
When soothing dreams the wearied fancy cheat:
Brother to Death, gently thyself dispose
On this afflicted wight; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers, give nothing that is loud,
Or painfull to his slumbers; ease is sweet,
When soothing dreams the wearied fancy cheat:
And, as faire purling streams, thou son of night,
In softest, sweetest, murmurs of delight,
Passe by his troubled sences, sing his paines,
Like hollow murmuring winds, or silver raines,
Unto thy selfe gently: O, gently glide
And kisse him into slumbers like a bride.
In softest, sweetest, murmurs of delight,
Passe by his troubled sences, sing his paines,
Like hollow murmuring winds, or silver raines,
Unto thy selfe gently: O, gently glide
And kisse him into slumbers like a bride.