Beauty of music through words of Shakespeare

Super short post ahead!

I have been busy reading Shakespeare’s play King Henry Eighth for the umpteenth time. Sharing this piece of poetry from it as nothing can describe music more beautifully than words of William Shakespeare. 

ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing;
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting Spring.

Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care, and grief of heart—
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die!




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