Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises lyrics

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