John Fletcher

(20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)

Care-Charming Sleep - Poem by John Fletcher

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud
Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet,
And as a purling stream, thou son of Night,
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain,
Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain;
Into this prince gently, oh gently slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012


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