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Pel. Fly, fly to my Arms, to my Arms,
Goddess of Immortal Charms!
To my Arms, to my Arms, fly, fly,
Goddess of transporting joy!
But to gaze
On thy Face,
Thy gentle Hand thus pressing
Is heav'nly heav'nly Blessing.
O my Soul!
Whither, whither art thou flying?
Lost in sweet tumultuous dying,
Whither, whither art thou flying,
O my Soul!

Thet. You tremble, Peleus———so do I:
Ah stay, and we'll together die.
Immortal, and of Race Divine.
My Soul shall take her Flight with thine:
Life dissolving in Delight,
Heaving Breasts, and swimming Sight,
Falt'ring Speech, and gasping Breath,
Symptoms of delicious Death,
Life dissolving in Delight,
My Soul is ready for the Flight.
O my Soul!
Whither, whither art, thou flying?
Lost in sweet tumultuous dying,
Whither, whither art, thou flying?
O my Soul!

Pel.