Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears <br />With thine enchantment, melt me into tears. <br />Then let thy active hand scud o'er thy lyre, <br />And make my spirits frantic with the fire; <br />That done, sink down into a silvery strain, <br />And make me smooth as balm and oil again.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-music-2/
