"When To Her Lute Corinna Sings"
by Thomas Campion
When to her lute Corrina sings,
Her voice revives the leaden stringes,
And doth in highest notes appear,
As any challeng'd echo clear;
But when she doth of mourning speak,
Ev'n with her sighes the strings do break.
And as her lute doth live or die,
Led by her passion, so must I,
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring,
But if she doth of sorrow speak,
Ev'n from my heart the strings do break.
Notice the balance between the two stanzas of the poem. For the most part, the lines in the first stanza balance the lines in the second one.