Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

To Music - Poem by Robert Herrick

Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears
With thine enchantment, melt me into tears.
Then let thy active hand scud o'er thy lyre,
And make my spirits frantic with the fire;
That done, sink down into a silvery strain,
And make me smooth as balm and oil again.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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