My spirit drinks the music of her voice,
Whose speaking harmony (to heaven so dear)
They only feel who in its tone partake:
Again within her face my eyes rejoice,
For in its gentle appear
What Genius, Nature, Art, and Heaven can wake.
Whose speaking harmony (to heaven so dear)
They only feel who in its tone partake:
Again within her face my eyes rejoice,
For in its gentle appear
What Genius, Nature, Art, and Heaven can wake.
Petrarch - Poems
