WHEN to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strings, And doth in highest notes appear, As any challenged echo clear; But when she doth of mourning speak, Even with her sighs the strings do break. And as her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I, For when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring, But if she doth of sorrow speak, Even from my heart the strings do break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON A SPRING CAROL by ALFRED AUSTIN CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 42 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE I KNOW A BROOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |