L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears, <br /> And all the eyes of Heaven are turn'd to ears. <br /> <br />V. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree <br /> Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee. <br /> <br /> CHORUS. <br /> L. Sing. V. Touch. 0 Touch. L. 0 Sing. <br /> BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering. <br /> <br />V. Touch the divinity of thy chords, and make <br /> Each heart string tremble, and each sinew shake. <br /> <br />L. Whilst with your voyce you rarifie the air, <br /> None but an host of angels hover here. <br /> <br /> CHORUS. SING, TOUCH, &c. <br /> <br />V. Touch thy soft lute, and in each gentle thread <br /> The lyon and the panther captive lead. <br /> <br />L. Sing, and in heav'n inthrone deposed love, <br /> Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move. <br /> <br /> DOUBLE CHORUS. <br /> What sacred charm may this then be <br /> In harmonie, <br /> That thus can make the angels wild, <br /> The devils mild, <br /> And teach low hell to heav'n to swell, <br /> And the high heav'n to stoop to hell?<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dialogue-lute-and-voice/
