Come, then, and mounted on the wings of Love
We'll cut the flitting air and soar above
The monster's head
and in the noblest seats
Of those blest shades quench and renew our heats.
Love and innocence.
We'll cut the flitting air and soar above
The monster's head
and in the noblest seats
Of those blest shades quench and renew our heats.
Love and innocence.