Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes
  Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose
  On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
  In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
  
  Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
  Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain,
  Into this princes gently, oh gently slide,
  And kiss him into slumber like a bride.
  
  On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
  In gentle show're, 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 princes gently, oh gently slide,
  And kiss him into slumber like a bride