  Weep you no more, sad fountains:— What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies, Sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets:— Doth not the sun rise smiling, When fair at even he sets? —Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes! Melt not in weeping! While She lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies, Sleeping! Anon. |
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