Upon Sappho Sweetly Playing And Sweetly Singing.
When thou dost play and sweetly sing -
Whether it be the voice or string
Or both of them that do agree
Thus to entrance and ravish me -
This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute,
And die away upon thy lute.
Robert Herrick
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