Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing

Sing, gentle maid -- reform my breast,
And soften all my care;
Thus may I be some moments blest,
And easy in despair.
The pow'r of Orpheus lives in you;
You can the passions of my soul subdue,
And tame the lions and the tigers there.

poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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