Author Robert Herrick When thou dost play and sweetly sing--Whether it be the voice or stringOr both of them that do agreeThus to entrance and ravish me--This, this I know, I'm oft struck mute,And die away upon thy lute. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments