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She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies Lyrics

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

I wish to fire the trees af all these forrest

I give the Sunne a last farewell each evening

I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke

With envie i doo hate the loftie mountains

And with despite despise the humble vallies

I doo detest night, evening, day, and morning

For she, whose parts maintainde a perfect musique

Whose beawties shin'de more then the blushing morning

Who much did passe in state the stately mountains

In straightnes past the Cedars of the forest

Hath cast me wretch into eternally evening

By taking her two Sunnes from these darke vallies

Curse to my selfe my prayers is, the morningof The Wand And The Moon - She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies - http://motolyrics.com/of-the-wand-and-the-moon/she-with-whom-compard-the-alpes-are-vallies-lyrics.html

My fire is more, then can be made with forrests

My state more base, then are the basest vallies

I wish no evenings more to see, each evening

Shamed I hate my selfe in sight of mountaines

And stoppe mine ears, lest I growe mad with Musicke

For she, with whorm compar'd, the Alpes are vallies

She, whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique

At whose approach the Sunne rase in the evening

Who, where she went, bare in her forhead morning

Is gone, is gone from these our spolyed forrests

Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines

[Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys: "The Countesse
of pembrokes arcadia (1598)"]

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