Bring me to quiet rest.
Thou has mine heart to keep
A soothing wave in thine breast.
As I am to be
Fallen among the tide so smooth,
A lapping ride of lamenting ease
And comfort here to soothe.
O Death rock me asleep
Among the lonely deep,
And in my mind I pine within
A doleful rest begin.
My soul must fly
To places unknown
But yae I am flown!
For now I die
In places forlorn
With songs which I adorn.
O Death rock me asleep
Quiet breath to keep
Under depths unknown
A soft repose
In death-
I sigh and rest
My weary breast.
O Death rock me asleep
Bring me to quiet rest.
Thou has mine heart to weep
A soothing wave in mine breast.
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