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Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes |
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Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose |
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On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud |
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In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud |
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Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain |
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Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain, |
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Into this princes gently, oh gently slide, |
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And kiss him into slumber like a bride. |
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On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud |
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In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud, |
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Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet, |
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And as a purling stream, thou son of night |
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Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain |
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Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain, |
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Into this princes gently, oh gently slide, |
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And kiss him into slumber like a bride. |
