Roger Quilter - Fair House of Joy
To which fond Love hath charm'd me
Long, long to sing by rote
Fancying that that harm'd me:
Yet when this thought doth come
'Love is the perfect sum
Of all delight!'
I have no other choice
Either for pen or voice
To sing or write
O Love! they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter
Fair house of joy and bliss
Where truest pleasure is
I do adore thee:
I know thee what thou art
I serve thee with my heart
And fall before thee
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