(Inspired by The Encyclopedia of Organ Stops)
Summon festive flutes of spitz and wald
and bid the silver campanella ring.
Begone sirenum chorus, let us hold
each other, let the voix seraphique sing.
Cease, O thunder trumpet, let sweet art
of flûtes d'amour sound out to render soft
the bourdon weighing on my tremulant heart
as with ethereal violins we soar aloft.
Just as the forest gemshorn seeks to pierce
the vox humana of sweet Aeoline,
so, like sesquialtera and tierce
in their sharp mixture, I will make you mine.
Lieblich gedekt, my dulzion, let us not wait
but make love burgeon as it swells to great.