Verse > Anthologies > T. H. Ward, ed. > The English Poets > Vol. II. Ben Jonson to Dryden
Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
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,        5
      And make my bed,
    Thou Power that canst sever
      From me this ill;—
      And quickly still,
      Though thou not kill        10
        My fever.
Thou sweetly canst convert the same
    From a consuming fire,
Into a gentle-licking flame,
    And make it thus expire.        15
      Then make me weep
      My pains asleep,
    And give me such reposes,
      That I, poor I,
      May think, thereby,        20
      I live and die
        ’Mongst roses.
Fall on me like a silent dew,
    Or like those maiden showers,
Which, by the peep of day, do strew        25
    A baptism o’er the flowers.
      Melt, melt my pains
      With thy soft strains;
    That having ease me given,
      With full delight,        30
      I leave this light,
      And take my flight
        For Heaven.

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