William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Invocation to SleepJohn Fletcher (15791625)
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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, light,
And as a purling stream, thou son of Night
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain;
In to this prince gently, O gently, slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.