Beaumont and Fletcher

(1584 - 1616 / England)

Sleep - (From Valentinian) - Poem by Beaumont and 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 raine.
Into this prince, gently, oh! gently slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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