Silver key of the fountain of tears, <br />Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; <br />Softest grave of a thousand fears, <br />Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, <br />Is laid asleep in flowers.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fragment-to-music/
