Charm me asleep, and melt me so <br />With thy delicious numbers; <br />That being ravish'd, hence I go <br />Away in easy slumbers. <br />Ease my sick head, <br />And make my bed, <br />Thou Power that canst sever <br />From me this ill;-- <br />And quickly still, <br />Though thou not kill <br />My fever. <br /> <br />Thou sweetly canst convert the same <br />From a consuming fire, <br />Into a gentle-licking flame, <br />And make it thus expire. <br />Then make me weep <br />My pains asleep, <br />And give me such reposes, <br />That I, poor I, <br />May think, thereby, <br />I live and die <br />'Mongst roses. <br /> <br />Fall on me like a silent dew, <br />Or like those maiden showers, <br />Which, by the peep of day, do strew <br />A baptism o'er the flowers. <br />Melt, melt my pains <br />With thy soft strains; <br />That having ease me given, <br />With full delight, <br />I leave this light, <br />And take my flight <br />For Heaven.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-music-to-becalm-his-fever/
