Thee, the voice, the dance, obey (John Wall Callcott)
- CPDL #63037: (Posted 2021-02-19)
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-02-19). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 320 kB Copyright: Personal
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First published: 1786
Original text and translations
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.