English poem
Invocation to Silence
by William Kenrick (1774–1829)
Love, resolv'd my heart to wound, Youth nor beauty made his choice; But his arrows wing'd with sound, And struck me with Cecilia's voice,
Echo thus made Pan of yore Amorous of the vocal wind. Silence, oh, my peace restore; Or make me deaf as Love is blind.
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