文本歌词

Be not afeard
The isle is full of noises
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears,and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again
And then, in dreaming
The clouds methought would open
And show riches
Ready to drop upon me
That when I waked
I cried to dream again