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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.


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

A heart-string ache,


Can scarce deny

Our souls are made of harmony.

When unto heavenly joys we faine

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,


Can scarce deny

Our souls consist of harmony.

O, lull me, lull me, charming air!

My senses rock with wonder sweet;

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,

And slumbering die,

And change his soul for harmony.