CHARM me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That, being ravish'd, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head, And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill, And quickly still, Though thou not kill My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like the silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptim o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains; That, having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light, And take my flight For Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE by BERNARD BARTON |