Persuade me not, there is a Grace <br /> Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute, <br />Against Miranda's charming Face <br /> To make her hold the least Dispute. <br />Musick, which tunes the Soul for Love, <br /> And stirs up all our soft Desires, <br />Do's but the glowing Flame improve, <br /> Which pow'rful Beauty first inspires. <br /> <br />Thus, whilst with Art she plays, and sings <br /> I to Miranda, standing by, <br />Impute the Music of the Strings, <br /> And all the melting Words apply<br /><br />Anne Kingsmill Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-11/
