I.

Come , gentle God of soft Repose,
And charm my Soul to Rest;
In thy Embraces let me lose
The Cares that rack my Breast.

II.

Arise, ye dear Deceits, arise,
And drest in Damon 's Form,
My long-expecting, wishing Eyes
With his Resemblance charm.

III.

Those melting Sounds still let me hear,
Which did his Flame impart;
Which blest with Love my list'ning Ear,
And pierc'd my yielding Heart.

IV.

Why rove my Thoughts on fancied Bliss
Which only Dreams bestow;
For oh whene'er the Morn appears,
I wake to real Woe.

V.

The envious Light from my sad Eyes,
Drives all my Bliss away;
With Night the lovely Phantom flies,
And leaves me lost in Day.

VI.

Since waking then I am distrest,
And Pleasure's fled with him;
If sleeping I can still be blest,
Let Life be all a Dream.