Sweeter
than roses , or cool evening
breeze
On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
First trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like fire all o'er.
What magic has victorious love!
For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
I hourly prove, all is love to me.
Sweeter
than Roses - Henry Purcell
Countertenor Alfred Deller |