The demon in my chamber high
This morning came to visit me
And thinking he would find
Some fault he whispers: I would know of thee

Among the many lovely things
That make the magic of her face
Among the beauty’s black and rose
That makes her body’s charm and grace

Which most fair? Thou didn’t reply
To the abhorred oh soul of mine!
No single beauty is the best
When she’s all one flower divine

When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight?
She shines before me like the dawn
And she consoles me like the night

The harmony is far too great
That governs all her body fair
For impotence to analyze
And say witch note is sweetest there
Oh mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks
Her breath is music faint and low

When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight?
She shines before me like the dawn
And she consoles me like the night

The harmony is far too great
That governs all her body fair
For impotence to analyze
And say witch note is sweetest there
Oh mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks
Her breath is music faint and low