Sonnet 128 Arman Matevosyan, YSITC, Armenia

Yerevan State Institute of Theatre and Cinematography Armenia Sonnet CXXVIII How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st 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 wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with t