So long you did not sing, or touch your Lute, We knew 'twas Flesh and Blood, that there sate mute. But when your Playing, and your Voice came in, 'Twas no more you then, but a Cherubin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS |