Hyacinthus Fair

Hyacinthus, that your flower grew
From the blood on the ground!
That, instead of cradling you,
I must now sing this round
For Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus fair,
Slain by the jealous air!

Second Voice: Hyacinthus, with his golden hair,
	           Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus fair!

Hyacinthus, Apollo mourns
The loss of your golden limbs,
The sweet sound of your voice untorn,
Your answering to his whims!
Hyaincthus, Hyacinthus proud,
Slain by the jealous cloud!

Third Voice: Hyaincthus, cream of the crowd,
	        Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus proud!

Hyacinthus, Zephyrus slew
You with Apollo's discus;
Because he could not have you		
He determined all be unjoyous.
Hyaincthus, Hyacinthus untwinned,
Slain by the jealous wind!

Fourth Voice: Hyacinthus, you had not sinned,
	         Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus untwinned!

Hyacinthus, he who loves you best
Is still the god of morn;
Not the murderous wind of the west,
But the sun-god all forlorn.
Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus warm,
Taken from my loving arm!

Second Voice: Hyaincthus. come to harm,
	          Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus warm!

Hyacinthus, your life was run
Too soon, my love, too soon;
Before I, bereft god of sun,
Could at your beauty swoon.
Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus strong,
Slain when he had done no wrong!

Third Voice: Hyacinthus, taken from song,
	       Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus strong!

Hyacinthus, your flower alone
I can shelter from the flood;	
I can cherish the flower grown
From the spiling of your bright blood.
Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus love,
Mourned by the greatest god above!

Fourth Voice: Hyacinthus, sweet as a dove,
	         Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus love!

All Voices: Hyacinthus, fair!
	     Hyacinthus, proud!
	     Hyacinthus, untwinned!
	     Hyacinthus, warm!
             Hyacinthus, strong!
	     Hyacinthus, love!

Hyacinthus, Hyacinthus fair!