Invocation to Sleep, from Valentinian
CARE-CHARMING Sleep, thou easer of all woes,Brother to Death, sweetly thyself disposeOn this afflicted prince; fall like a cloudIn gentle showers; give nothing that is loudOr painful to his slumbers;—easy, sweet,And as a purling stream, thou son of Night,Pass by his troubled senses; sing his painLike hollow murmuring wind or silver rain;Into this prince gently, oh, gently slideAnd kiss him into slumbers like a bride!