Veris gratia, Op. 6: VI. Paean

Tempus est iocundum, o virgines, modo congaudete vos iuvenes O. o. totus floreo, iam amore virginali totus ardeo, novus novus amor est, quo pereo. Cantat Philomela sic dulciter, et modulans auditur intus caleo O. o. totus floreo Tua mecum ludit virginitas, tua me detrudit simplicitas. O. o. totus floreo Sile, Philomena, surge cantilena de pectore. O. o. totus floreo Veni, domicella, cum gaudio, veni, veni, bella, iam pereo. O. o. totus floreo The muse comes with a song, a sweet melody: let us sing together, behold all things are green. In the morning the lark carouses, the chough chirps, at the behest of nature the nightingale complains of the ancient loss. Now the swallow is singing, the swan sings sweetly remembering her death, the cuckoo sings cuckoo' amid the trees of spring. The brook clearly murmurs playfully in the meadow. It is a place of festival with the mild weather the winds of spring whisper gently. It is the time of joy O maidens, now rejoice together with them, you young men! O! O! I am all aflower, now with first love I am all afire! A new love it is of which I am dying. The nightingale sings thus sweetly, and is heard singing I am afire within. O! O! I am all aflower Your virginity plays with me, your naivety pushes me back. O! O! I am all aflower Hush nightingale, Arise, song, from my heart. O! O! I am all aflower Come, my mistress, with joy, come, come, fair one, already I die. O! O! I am all aflower