@3Lute.@1 Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the spheres, And all the eyes of heaven are turn'd to ears. @3Voice.@1 Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee. @3Chorus@1 @3Lute.@1 Sing. @3Voice.@1 Touch. O touch. @3Lute.@1 O sing: @3Both.@1 It is the soul's, soul's sole offering. @3Voice.@1 Touch the divinity of thy chords, and make Each heartstring tremble, and each sinew shake. @3Lute.@1 Whilst with your voice you rarefy the air, None but an host of angels hover here. @3Chorus@1 @3Lute.@1 Sing. @3Voice.@1 Touch, etc. @3Voice.@1 Touch thy soft lute, and in each gentle thread The lion and the panther captive lead. @3Lute.@1 Sing, and in heav'n enthrone deposed Love, Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move. @3Double Chorus@1 What sacred charm may this then be In harmony, That thus can make the angels wild, The devils mild, And teach low hell to heav'n to swell, And the high heav'n to stoop to hell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE THE HAPPY WARRIOR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. |