The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
A Song.
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A Song.
[Come away; bring thy golden theft]
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Come away; bring thy golden theft,Bring, bright Prometheus, all thy lights;
Thy fires from Heav'n bereft
Shew now to humane sights.
Come quickly, come: thy stars to our stars straight present,
For pleasure, being too much defer'd, loseth her best content.
What fair dames wish should swift as their own thoughts appeare;
To loving and to longing harts every houre seemes a yeare.
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See how faire: O how faire they shine;What yeelds more pompe beneath the skies?
Their birth is yet divine,
And such their forme implies.
Large grow their beames, their nere approch afford them so;
By nature sights that pleasing are, cannot too amply show.
O might these flames in humane shapes descend this place,
How lovely would their presence be, how full of grace!
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