Текст песни The Tempest

Be not affeared; 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 sometimes 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