CHERUBINO

O caro, o bello, o fortunate nastro! Io non tel renderò che con la vita.

That voice inhabits your surprise
like yet another change of dress;
the day your cupboard calls, think twice
when answering its loud Unless.

Unaired, the softer fabrics hide
in chambers where the heart wears gloves;
come nightfall, insects, hundred-eyed
and sightless, hunt appointed loves.