Classic Poem

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You that think Love can convey
No other way
But through the eyes into the heart
His fatal dart,
Close up those casements, and but hear
This Siren sing;
And on the wing
Of her sweet voice it shall appear
That Love can enter at the ear.

Then unveil your eyes: behold
The curious mould
Where that voice dwells; and, as we know
When the cocks crow,
We freely may
Gaze on the day,
So may you, when the music's done,
Awake and see the rising sun.