When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear,
As any challenged echo clear;
But when she doth of mourning speak,
E'en with her sighs, the strings do break,
And as her lute doth live or die,
Led by her passion, so must I:
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring,
But if she doth of sorrow speak,
E'en from my heart the strings do break
When To Her Lute Corinna Sings
Thomas Campion
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Poem topics: heart, passion, sorrow, spring, pleasure, voice, clear, live, enjoy, speak, break, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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