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.
Every thing 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.
SCENE I. London. QUEEN KATHARINE's apartments. Enter QUEEN KATHARINE and her Women, as at work QUEEN KATHARINE Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst: leave working. SONG 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. Every thing 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.
Parts of his plays had been always taken as poems, one by one, how beautiful and sweetest are these poems.5 Stars full
so sweet is this song composed by the great genius poet, but sweetly beautiful song often distracts and lifts the sorrowful heart, very delicate result, of course from our greatest poet of all time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is from ''Henry VIII'', Act III, Scene 1
I admire you, dear Fabrizio, to see you here proving your vast knowledge of literature.