Tell me if this be all true, my lo
When these eyes flash their lightn
Is it true that my lips are sweet
Do the memories of vanished months
Does the earth, like a harp, shive

Ah, who was it coloured that littl
your sweet limbs with that little
You have come out in the morning t
tottering and tumbling as you run.
But who was it coloured that littl

Al tiempo que la clara luz hermosa
de oscuridad destierra el accident
y las doradas flores
esparcen por el campo mil olores,
el blanco lirio, y la purpúrea ros