Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes

Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose

On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud

In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud



Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain

Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain,

Into this princes gently, oh gently slide,

And kiss him into slumber like a bride.



On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud

In gentle show're, 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 princes gently, oh gently slide,

And kiss him into slumber like a bride.