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Robert Herrick - Upon Julia`s Voice
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When I thy singing next shall hear,
I`ll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can`t hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music strucken mute,
Die, and be turn`d into a Lute.
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