What then is loue but mourning?
Text by Thomas Campion
Music by Philip Rosseter


What then is loue but mourning?
    What desire, but a selfe-burning?
Till shee that hates doth loue returne,
Thus will I mourne, thus will I sing,
    Come away, come away, my darling.

Beautie is but a blooming,
    Youth in his glorie entombing ;
Time hath a while, which none can stay :
Then come away, while thus I sing,
    Come away, come away, my darling.

Sommer in winter fadeth ;
    Gloomie night heaun'ly light shadeth :
Like to the morne are Venus flowers ;
Such are her howers : then will I sing,
    Come away, come away, my darling.





RealAudio sample from the CD
What Then Is Love? An Elizabethan Songbook.




Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 29.




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What Then Is Love?
An Elizabethan Songbook


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Campion: Lute Music