Care-charming Sleep by John Fletcher

Care-charming Sleep
by
John Fletcher

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.

This poem is in the public domain.

John Fletcher (1579 - 1625) was a British poet and playwright. Almost as famous as William Shakespeare during his day, John did, in fact, collaborate with Shakespeare on the writing of several plays. He wrote primarily tragicomedies and comedy of manners and was readily acknowledged as a gifted writer; why his fame declined while Shakespeare's lived on is hard to say. This talented writer's life was cut short when he died of the plague.

EstherJ:
Interesting. Sounds like he might have been dealing with insomnia when he wrote this.
Posted 10/19/2024 12:19 PM

Dorcas:
Very nice. Would that I reflected such glamour upon slumber.
Posted 10/19/2014 12:05 PM

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