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.