Robert Herrick

To Music, to becalm his Fever

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,
            And make my bed,
    Thou power that canst sever
            From me this ill,
            And quickly still,
            Though thou not kill
                My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
    From a consuming fire
Into a gentle licking flame,
    And make it thus expire.
            Then make me weep
            My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
            That I, poor I,
            May think thereby
            I live and die
                'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like the silent dew,
    Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
    A baptim o'er the flowers.
            Melt, melt my pains
            With thy soft strains;
That, having ease me given,
            With full delight
            I leave this light,
            And take my flight
                For Heaven.

About the poet
Robert Herrick
By the same poet
To the Virgins, to make much of Time
Corinna's going a-Maying
To the Western Wind
To Electra
To Violets
To Daffodils
To Blossoms
The Primrose
The Funeral Rites of the Rose
A Meditation for his Mistress
Delight in Disorder
Upon Julia's Clothes
The Bracelet: To Julia
To Daisies, not to shut so soon
The Night-piece: To Julia
To Dianeme
To Œnone
To Anthea, who may command him Anything
To the Willow-tree
The Mad Maid's Song
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
To Meadows
A Child's Grace
Epitaph upon a Child that died (i)
Epitaph upon a Child that died (ii)
His Winding-sheet
Litany to the Holy Spirit
Related books
Robert Herrick at amazon.co.uk

Home  ·  Poets  ·  Poems  ·  Books  ·  Contact

© 2019 EnglishVerse.com