Author Robert Herrick So long you did not sing, or touch your Lute, We knew 'twas Flesh and Blood, that there sate mute. But when your Playing, and your Voice came in, 'Twas no more you then, but a Cherubin. 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