A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

224. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM A SWEET SICK YOUTH

     Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere,
     On this sick youth work your enchantments here!
     Bind up his senses with your numbers, so
     As to entrance his pain, or cure his woe.
     Fall gently, gently, and a-while him keep
     Lost in the civil wilderness of sleep:
     That done, then let him, dispossess'd of pain,
     Like to a slumbering bride, awake again.