Thee, the voice, the dance, obey - Callcott, John Wall

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⌛ Period → Classical ◈ Genre → Glees ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 6

CPDL # 63037

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2021-02-19

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Thee the voice, the dance, obey Temper'd to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic sports and blue-ey'd pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.