To Chloris
Reynaldo Hahn
If it is true, Chloris, that you love me,
(But I do hear that you love me well),
I don't believe that even kings themselves
Ever had a happiness equal to mine.
How unwelcome Death would be,
Even if it replaced my fortune
With the bliss of heaven!
For everything they say about ambrosia
Fails utterly to spark my imagination,
Especially if I had to give up the charms of your gaze.