When thou do'st play, and sweetly sing, Whether it be the voice or string, Or both of them, that do agree Thus to en-trance and ravish me: This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute; And dye away upon thy Lute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD FOUR METRICAL EXPERIMENTS: 1. IAMBICS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |