To Music, to Becalm a Sweet-sick Youth

Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere,On this sick youth work your enchantments here:Bind up his senses with your numbers soAs to entrance his pain, or cure his woe.Fall gently, gently, and a while him keepLost in the civil wilderness of sleep:That done, then let him, dispossessed of pain,Like to a slumb'ring bride, awake again.