SWEETER THAN ROSES

Sweeter than Roses, or cool Evening's breeze,

On a warm Flowery Shore,

Was the dear Kiss, first trembling made me freeze,

Then shot like Fire all o're;

What Magick has Victorious love!

For all I touch, or see,

Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove,

All, all is Love to me.

Henry Purcell