IV: Canon

When Campion sings of Cupid's fire
Does he know, does he know, does he know
How great is the god that makes desire
flare and glow?

How cunning are the forms of lust
That move, that move, that move
A man and women to put their trust
in passing love?

The well-knit passions that make a mind
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve,
Have subtle music wherein we find
deep truths revolve.

And truth has harmony all its own
Where sings, where sings, where sings
Passion coherently felt and known
in the mind of things.

And the song is tempered to such a key
So clear, so strict, so pure,
That the mind returns more subtily,
bearing heart's cure.