Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
She came to me in the simple dress of love,
and her eyes said, Lie with me for I
am beautiful; the breeze put down its leaves
and listened, clouds slowed, the evening blushed.
She grasped my chest then snatched her hand away
whereupon that sullen child, my self,
turned towards her face which seemed to say,
Give me your heart, I live for nothing else!
Hearing this, my heart, all needy, rushed
towards that source of loveliness and light
so that I gasped and cried out, Desperate
and without heart, who now will give me life?
Bringing me gently to her breasts she sighing
whispered, I will, for I am your heart.