This short, up-tempo song is a great recital/set opener. The text by Imagist poet Ezra Pound expresses a thinly veiled anti-war (WWI) sentiment. The speaker exalts the act of love over a desire to accomplish heroic deeds. Plenty of scalar runs to showcase an agile voice.
Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.