When lovely Regina doth move, Dancing as angels high above, And begin she to softly sing With voice far clearer than bell’s ring, Then sudden doth the world grow still To hear of beauty’s song its fill.
And we, who unfit are to know The warmth of her beautiful glow, Well honor’d are we all the more To have received her kind favor. We’ll think on’t when her reign hath past, This bliss will in memory last.
Documentation / Explanation (Razo):
This song is based upon Thomas Campion’s “When to her lute” (Song VI in his Songs and Poems). The lady Corrina in the original supposedly plays the lute as best as any mortal. I wanted to take things to the next level: the Queen of Atlantia’s mere movement is as harmonious as any heavenly verse.