While I listen to thy voice,
Chloris, I feel my life decay;
That powerful noise
Calls my flitting soul away.
Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Which destroys without a wound.
Peace, Chloris, peace! or singing die,
That together you and I
To heaven may go;
For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing and that they love.
More verses by Edmund Waller
- Upon His Majesty's Happy Return
- The Battle Of The Summer Islands : Canto 1
- To A Very Young Lady
- Song - Stay, Phoebus, Stay!
- To The King