Now every tree renews his summer’s green,
Why is your heart in winter’s garments clad?
Your beauty says my love is summer’s queen,
But your cold love like winter makes me sad:
Then either spring with buds of love again
Or else congeal my thoughts with your disdain.

Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 83.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

• by Thomas Weelkes (1576 - 1623), "Now every tree renews his summer’s green", published 1597, from Madrigals to three, four, five and six voices, madrigal [
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