But as it is not so, we must respect
The intervals the melody demands.
No key-note struck by Aristæus could
Be correspondent with those intervals!
Phil. I’ll give the key-note. We will pass the day
By quivering willows at the waterside,
Lapped in a lazy luxury of love!
There we’ll forget the world of work-a-day,
And crown our happiness with songs of love!
What say you, dearest Zeolide?