To Music, to becalm his Fever

By Robert Herrick

1591-1674


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

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

DayPoems Poem No. 263
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