Four part-songs
(Vier mehrstimmige Gesänge)

O Thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
through the clear windows of the morning,
turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
which in full choir hails thy approach, o Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening valleys hear;
all our longing eyes are turn'd
up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
and let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers;
pour thy soft kisses on her bosom;
and put thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

MADRIGAL
(Shakespeare)

Take, o take those lips away
that so sweetly were forsworn,
and those eyes, the break of day,
lights that do mislead the morn:
but my kisses bring again,
bring again -seals of love, but seal'd in vain,
seal'd in vain!

HYMN TO DIANA

(Ben Jonson)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
state in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close:
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright!

Lay thy bow of pearl apart
and thy crystal-shining quiver;
give unto the flying hart
space to breathe, how short soever;
Thou that makst a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright!

INVOCATION
(Shelley)

Rarely, rarely comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wheref ore hast thou left me now
many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'tis since thou art fled away.

How shall ever one like me
win thee back again?
With the joyous and the free
thou wilt scoff at pain.
Spirit false! Thou hast forgot
all but those who need thee not.

I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight
The fresh Earth in new leaves drest,
and the starry night;
autumn evening, and the morn
when the golden mists are born.

I love Love - though he has wings,
and. like light can flee,
but above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee - thou art love and life! O come!
Make once more my heart thy home!