Anonymous Elizabethan And Jacobean Poems
Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
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 lie 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 setsevening
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
sleeping,