Shakespeare's Sonnet 128

The vivid imagery and powerful emotion of Shakespeares 128th sonnet resonate throughout this evocative setting of the text. Few pieces elicit as genuine a response from the listener and fewer still are remembered as sweetly by the ear. How oft, when thou, my music, music playst, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, At the woods boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickld, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, Oer whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blessd than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. A great piece for a good high school or college choir looking to a a memorable and fun piece to their repertoire!