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AGAIN by ROBERT HERRICK

Poet Analysis

First Line: WHEN I THY SINGING NEXT SHALL HEARE
Last Line: DIE, AND BE TURN'D INTO A LUTE.
Subject(s): VOICES;
When I thy singing next shall heare,
Ile wish I might turne all to eare,
To drink in Notes, and Numbers; such
As blessed soules cann't heare too much:
Then melted down, there let me lye
Entranc'd, and lost confusedly:
And by thy Musique strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.



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