Come, thou sweet Wonder

Come, thou sweet Wonder, by whose power

We more or less enjoy our years;

That mak’st a child forget the breast,

And dri’st at once the children’s tears,

Till sleep shall bring their minds more rest.

Come to my heavy rain of care,

And make it weigh like dew; charm me

With Beauty’s hair, her eyes or lips;

With mountain dawn, or sunset sea

That’s like a thousand burning ships.