Celia singing

You that think Love can convey

No other way

But through the eyes, into the heart,

His fatal dart,

Close up those casements, and but hear

This siren sing;

And on the wing

Of her sweet voice, it shall appear

That Love can enter at the ear.

Then unveil your eyes; behold

The curious mould

Where that voice dwells, and as we know,

When the cocks crow,

And Sol is mounted on his way,

We freely may

Gaze on the day;

So may you, when the music's done,

Awake, and see the rising sun.