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...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) I WOULD I COULD DANCE by HELEN M. BROUGH VERSES: ON THE TRANSMIGRATION OF SOULS by JOHN BYROM FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 2. FEMININE HONOURS by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE LOVER FAR ON THE HILLS by EDWARD CARPENTER THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF, OR THE LADY IN THE ARBOUR; A VISION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |