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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
By William Strode (1602–1645)
WHEN whispering strains with weeping wind
  Distil soft passions through the heart;
And when at every touch we find
  Our pulses beat and bear a part
      When threads can make        5
      A heart-string ache,
          Can scarce deny
  Our souls are made of harmony.
When unto heavenly joys we faine        10
  Whate’er the soul affecteth most,
Which only thus we can explain
  By music of the heavenly host;
      Whose lays we think
      Make stars to wink,        15
          Can scarce deny
  Our souls consist of harmony.
O, lull me, lull me, charming air!
  My senses rock with wonder sweet;        20
Like snow on wool thy fallings are;
  Soft like a spirit’s are thy feet!
      Grief who needs fear
      That hath an ear?
          Down let him lie,        25
          And slumbering die,
  And change his soul for harmony.

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