Invocation to Sleep, from Valentinian

CARE-CHARMING Sleep, thou easer of all woes,

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, 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 prince gently, oh, gently slide

And kiss him into slumbers like a bride!