Silver rain

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.