John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

Happy Streams, Whose Trembling Fall - Poem by John Wilbye

Happy streams, whose trembling fall,
With still murmur softly gliding,
Happy birds, whose chirping call,
With sweet melody delighting,
Hath mov’d her flinty and relentless heart,
To listen to your harmony,
And sit securely in these downs apart,
Enchanted with your melody.
Sing on, and carol forth your glee,
She grants you leave her rays to see:
Happy were I, could love, but so delight her!
But Ah! alas! my love doth still despite her.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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