The Demon in my chamber high
This morning came to visit me
And thinking he would find some fault
He whispered: I would know of thee
Among the many lovely things
That make the magic of her face
Among the beauties, black and rose
That make her body charm and grace
Which is most fair?
Thou didst' reply
To be abhorred, oh soul of mine
No single beauty is the best
When she is all one flower divine
When all things charm me, I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight
She shines before me like the dawn
And she consoles me like the night
The harmony is far too great
That governs all her body fair
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there
Oh mystic metamorphosis
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks
Her breathe is music faint and low
When all things charm me, I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight
She shines before me like the dawn
And she consoles me like the night
The harmony is far too great
That governs all her body fair
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there
Oh mystic metamorphosis
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks
Her breathe is music faint and low
The harmony is far too great
That governs all her body fair
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there
Oh mystic metamorphosis
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks
Her breathe is music faint and low