The Creation, Hob.XXI:2 / Pt. 1 - Scene 4: The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God

de Henry Purcell

Sweeter than Roses, or cool Evening's breeze,
On a warm Flowery Shore,
Was the dear Kiss, first trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like Fire all o're;
What Magick has Victorious love!
For all I touch, or see,
Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove,
All, all is Love to me.

Más canciones de Henry Purcell