Tixall Poetry/To Sleep ("Care-charming Sleepe…")

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4306886Tixall Poetry — To SleepArthur Cliffordunknown author

XXI.

To Sleep.

Care-charming Sleepe, thou easer of all woes,Brother to Death, gently thyself disposeOn this afflicted wight; fall like a cloudIn gentle showers, give nothing that is loud, Or painfull to his slumbers; ease is sweet,When soothing dreams the wearied fancy cheat:

And, as faire purling streams, thou son of night,In softest, sweetest, murmurs of delight,Passe by his troubled sences, sing his paines,Like hollow murmuring winds, or silver raines,Unto thy selfe gently: O, gently glideAnd kisse him into slumbers like a bride.