Another Leonora once inspir'd <br />Tasso, with fatal love to frenzy fir'd, <br />But how much happier, liv'd he now, were he, <br />Pierced with whatever pangs for love of Thee! <br />Since could he hear that heavenly voice of thine, <br />With Adriana's lute of sound divine, <br />Fiercer than Pentheus' tho' his eye might roll, <br />Or idiot apathy benumb his soul, <br />You still, with medicinal sounds, might cheer <br />His senses wandering in a blind career; <br />And sweetly breathing thro' his wounded breast, <br />Charm, with soul-soothing song, his thoughts to rest.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epigram-to-leonora-singing-at-rome-translated-from-milton/
