When yes those sounds, lo, earth of women`s voices <br />Play in my mind their melodies at best, <br />I hold the bird does cry, my heart rejoices, <br />Of envy he, my heart of peaceful rest.. <br />And then I put some thoughts on music-things <br />And find then all combined, alone no match <br />Because the female sound when her voice sings <br />To heaven`s best I do her notes attach. <br />And then I curse my luck, take my currse back <br />That I don`t have at home a she to hear, <br />But then I see my luck not all it black <br />For pleasure seldom had when had great cheer. <br />Those who among women do dayly dwell, <br />Their voices low may find, I`ll ever swell.<br /><br />Luis Estable<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-261/
