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The Second Booke XII. by Thomas Campion. The winter stormes hath tam'd, And nature in each kinde The kinde heat hath inflam'd : The forward buds so sweetly breathe Out of their earthy bowers, That heau'n which viewes their pompe beneath Would faine be deckt with flowers. See how the morning smiles On her bright easterne hill, 10 And with soft steps beguiles Them that lie slumbring still. The musicke-louing birds are come From cliffes and rocks vnknowne, To see the trees and briers blome That late were ouerflowne. What Saturne did destroy, Loues Queene reuiues againe ; And now her naked boy Doth in the fields remaine, 20 Where he such pleasing change doth view In eu'ry liuing thing, As if the world were borne anew To gratifie the Spring. If all things life present, Why die my comforts then ? Why suffers my content ? Am I the worst of men ? O, beautie, be not thou accus'd Too iustly in this case : 30 Vnkindly if true loue be vs'd, 'Twill yeeld thee little grace. Source: Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 139. RealAudio sample from the CD Faire & Sweet & Cruell - Elizabethan Lieder. RealAudio sample from the CD Campion: English Ayres. RealAudio sample from the CD Sweet was the Song. |
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available in the collections:  Faire & Sweet & Cruell - Elizabethan Lieder  Campion: English Ayres  Campion: Elizabethan Songs  What Then Is Love? An Elizabethan Songbook |