263. To Music, to becalm his Fever

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,	5
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill,
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill	10
My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
Into a gentle licking flame,
And make it thus expire.	15
Then make me weep
My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
That I, poor I,
May think thereby	20
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	25
A baptim o’er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains;
That, having ease me given,
With full delight	30
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For Heaven.