When to her lute Corinna sings, <br />Her voice revives the leaden strings, <br />And doth in highest notes appear, <br />As any challenged echo clear; <br />But when she doth of mourning speak, <br />E'en with her sighs, the strings do break, <br /> <br />And as her lute doth live or die, <br />Led by her passion, so must I: <br />For when of pleasure she doth sing, <br />My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring, <br />But if she doth of sorrow speak, <br />E'en from my heart the strings do break<br /><br />Thomas Campion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-to-her-lute-corinna-sings/
