Upon Julia's Playing
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, let someone cast
The melted me in form at last
And I‘ll be turn‘d into a flute
Your kissing lips, won’t leave me mute.
Original poem "Upon Julia's voice" by Robert Herrick (1591-1674). Alterations and additions in italics by me.
Autor:Jan Kellendonk aus Bedburg-Hau |
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