WHILE I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay, That powerful noise Calls my fleeting soul away; O suppress that magic sound, Which destroys without a wound. Peace, peace, Chloris, peace, Or singing die, That together thou and I To Heaven may go; For all we know Of what the Blessèd do above, Is that they sing, and that they love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STORY OF THE GATE by HARRISON ROBERTSON SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAUDLIN'S SONG: 2 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |