Ye who will help me in my dying pain, <br />Speak not a word: let all your voices cease. <br />Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain, <br />And I shall die at peace. <br /> <br />Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief <br />From all below by which we are opprest; <br />I pray you, speak no word unto my grief, <br />But lull it into rest. <br /> <br />Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught <br />That may some falsehood from the ear conceal, <br />Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought, <br />Which I need only feel: <br /> <br />A melody in whose delicious streams <br />The soul may sink, and pass without a breath <br />From fevered fancies into quiet dreams, <br />From dreaming into death.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-for-the-dying-2/
