| β'εψβ' γιιρεο - ΰΖμ δΗξΜεΜρΔιχΘδ | Dyson G. - TO MUSIC |
| δΗχΐρΔιξΔιπΔι ςΗγ ωΡΖϊΗΜψΐγΜΕξΘδ ϊΜΗςΗθΐτΕπΔι | Charm me asleep, and melt me so |
| αΜΔχΐθΘςΗιΔκΐ δΗπΜΐςΔιξΔιν δΗτΐωΡΔιΔψιπΔι | with thy delicious numbers |
| ςΗγ λΜΔι ΰΖρΜΘηΕσ εΐδΗωΡΜΕπΘδ ϊΜΗηΗθΐτΕπΔι | that, being ravish’d, hence I go |
| ΰΖμ ϊΜΐπεΜξεΙϊ χΗμΔΜιμεϊ. | away in easy slumbers. |
| δΘχΕμΜι ςΗμ ψΙΰωΡΔι δΗγΜΘεΖδ | Ease my sick head |
| εΐδΗφΔΜιςΔι ξΔθΘΜϊΔι | and make my bed |
| αΜΐλεΙηΕκΐ δΗψΐηΔιχΔι | thou power that canst sever |
| ΰΖϊ δΗηεΙμΔι δΗζΜΖδ | from me this ill |
| εΜξΐδΕψΘδ δΗωΡΐχΔιθΔι, | And quickly still, |
| ΰΗκΐ ΰΗμ πΘΰ ϊΜΗωΜαΜΔιϊΔι, | though thou not kill, |
| δΗμΗΜδΗθ ωΡΖαΜΔι. | My fever. |
| ψΐγΔι ςΘμΗι λΜΗθΜΗμ γΜεΜξΘν | Fall on me like a silent dew |
| ΰεΙ λΜΐβΔωΡΐξΕι πΐςεΜψΔιν, | or like those maiden showers |
| ΰΒωΡΖψ αΜΐδΗτΐφΔιςΗ ιεΙν | which, by the peep of day, do strew |
| αΜεΙζΐχΔιν ξΕι-δΗθΐαΜΘμΘδ ςΗμ δΗτΜΐψΘηΔιν. | a baptism o'er the flowers. |
| δΘξΕρΔΜι, δΘξΕρΔΜι ΰΖϊ ξΗλΐΰεΙαΗι | Melt, melt my pains |
| αΜΐχΔμΜεΜηΗιΔκΐ δΘψΗλΜΔιν, | with thy soft strains, |
| ΰΗηΒψΕι ωΡΖδΒχΘμΘδ εΜξΐμεΙΰ δΗδΒπΘΰΘδ | that having ease me given, |
| μΔι πΘϊΐπεΜ, | with full delight, |
| ΰΖςΑζεΙα ΰΖϊ ζΖδ δΘΰεΙψ, | I leave this light, |
| εΐΰΖϊΐςεΙτΕσ | and take my flight |
| μΔωΡΐξΕι ξΘψεΙν. | for Heaven. |
| ϊψβεν: ςπϊ τψμξεθψ-ωαε |