She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies-Of The Wand And The Moon

歌手 : Of The Wand And The Moon

专辑 : Nighttime Nightrhymes

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:22

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TXT She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies-Of The Wand And The Moon 文本歌词

She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies - Of The Wand And The Moon

I wish to fire the trees of all these forests

I give the Sunne a last farewell each evening

I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke

With envie i do hate the loftie mountains

And with despite despise the humble vallies

I do detest night evening day and morning

For she whose parts maintainde a perfect musique

Whose beauties shin'de more than the blushing morning

Who much did passe in state the stately mountains

In straightnes past the Cedars of the forests

Hath cast me wretch into eternally evening

By taking her to Sunnes from these dark vallies

Curse to my self my prayers is the morning

My fire is more than can be made with forests

My state more base than are the basest vallies

I wish no evenings more to see each evening

Shamed I hate my self in sight of mountains

And stop my ears lest I grow mad with Musicke

For she with whom compar'd the Alpes are vallies

She whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique

At whose approach the Sunne raise in the evening

Who where she went bare in her forhead morning

Is gone is gone from these our spolyed forests

Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountains