Of a Lady Singing to Her Lute
IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. WALLER
Fair charmer, cease! nor make your voice's prize,A heart resign'd, the conquest of your eyes:Well might, alas! that threaten'd vessel fail,Which winds and lightning both at once assail.We were too blest with these enchanting lays,Which must be heavenly when an angel plays:But killing charms your lover's death contrive,Lest heavenly music should be heard alive.Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree,Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he:A poet made the silent wood pursue,This vocal wood had drawn the poet too.
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