Orpheus, Singing

In all seasons the crepe myrtle (Lagerstroemia indica) hears Orpheus, and heals

 

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.

 

                                                       Henry VIII – Act III, Scene 1 ~ William Shakespeare

 

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