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Tears, John Dowland's Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs


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.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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