by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Perplexed sore am I
Language: English
Perplexed, perplexed sore am I! Thine eyes fair love like Phoebus' brightest beams Doth set my heart on fire and daze my sight. Yet do I live by virtue of those beams, For when thy face is hid comes fearful night, And I am like to die. Then since my eyes cannot endure so heav'nly spark, Sweet grant that I may still feel out my love by dark. So shall I, so shall I joyful be. Each thing on earth that liveth by the sun Would die if he in glory still appear. Then let some clouds of pity overrun That glorious face, that I with lively cheer May stand up before thee; Or since my eyes cannot endure so heav'nly spark, Sweet grant that I may still feel out my love by dark.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Perplexed sore am I", published 1601, from the collection First Book of Airs, no. 20. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2014-02-23
Line count: 16
Word count: 134