Sonnet, by Elizabeth Bishop, from the collection Music's Spell, edited by Emily Fragos.
A lovely, if not terribly original, sonnet. It merits reading out loud, to hear and feel the delicate rhythmic sounds of the words as they flow from one to the next. Try it.
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, felling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the sub-aqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.