Kultur
Upon Julia's Playing
On Julia's Playing When I thy playing next shall hear, I'll wish I might turn all to ear, To drink-in notes and numbers, such As blessed souls can't hear too much Then melted down, let someone cast The melted me in form at last And I‘ll be turn‘d into a flute Your kissing lips, won’t leave me mute. Original poem "Upon Julia's voice" by Robert Herrick (1591-1674). Alterations and additions in italics by me.
