Viii

Three sweet things love lives upon: Music, at whose fountain's brink Low he stoops his face to drink; Seeing, as the wave is drawn, His near image rise and sink. Three sweet things love lives upon.

Three sweet things love lives upon: Odor, whose red roses wreathe His bright brow that shines beneath; Hearing, as each bloom is blown, His soul's essence breathe and breathe. Three sweet things love lives upon.

Three sweet things love lives upon: Color, to whose rainbow he Lifts his dark eyes burningly; Feeling, as the wild hues dawn, His high immortality. Three sweet things love lives upon.