The Music (Coming Nearer)
Late day shall greet eve,
And the full blossoms shake,
For the wind will not leave
The tall trees while they wake.
Eyes soft with bliss,
Come nigher and nigher!
Sweet mouth I kiss,
Tell me all thy desire!
Let us speak, love, together some words of our story,
That our lips as they part may remember the glory!
O soft day, O calm day, made clear for our sake!
LOVE
What wouldst thou, Pharamond? why art thou fainting?
KING PHARAMOND
And thou diest, fair daylight, now she draweth near me!