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.