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