Care-charming Sleep

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
   Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
   On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
   In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud
   Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet,
   And as a purling stream, thou son of Night,
   Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain,
   Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain;
   Into this prince gently, oh gently slide,
  And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.