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 raine. <br />Into this prince, gently, oh! gently slide, <br />And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.<br /><br />Beaumont and Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-from-valentinian/
