To Music: A Song

Poem By Robert Herrick

Music, thou Queen of Heaven, Care-charming-spell,
That strik'st a stillness into hell:
Thou that tam'st Tygers, and fierce storms (that rise)
With thy soul-melting Lullabies:
Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres,
To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.

Comments about To Music: A Song

almost all is said in this song about music! Music, thou Queen of Heaven, Care-charming-spell, That strik'st a stillness into hell: Thou that tam'st Tygers, and fierce storms (that rise) With thy soul-melting Lullabies: Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres, To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.


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