William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees - Poem by William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.


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