Classic Poem

If Orpheus voyce had force to breathe such musickes love
Through pores of senceless trees, as it could make them move:
If stones good measure daunc'd the Theban walles to build,
To cadence of the tunes, Amphyons lyre did yeeld,
More cause a like effect at leastwise bringeth:
O stones, ô trees, learne hearing, Stella singeth.

If Love might sweet'n so a boy of shepheard brood,
To make a Lyzard dull to taste Loves daintie food;
If Eagle fierce could so in Grecian Maid delight,
As his light was to her eyes, her death his endlesse night:
Earth gave that Love heav'n I trow Love refineth:
O beasts, ô birds, looke, love, lo, Stella shineth.

The birds, beasts, stones and trees feele this, and feeling, love;
And if the trees, nor stones stirre not the same to prove,
Nor beasts, nor birds do come into this blessed gaze,
Know, that small Love is quicke, and great Love doth amaze:
They are amaz'd, but you with reason armed,
O eyes, ô eares of men, how are you charmed!