Happy streams whose trembling fall
With still murmur softly gliding;
Happy birds, whose chirping call
With sweet melody delighting,
Hath moved 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 aye, alas, my Love doth still despite her.