by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Drowsy sun, why dost thou stay?
Language: English
Drowsy sun, why dost thou stay? Drive thy lazy team away. Thetis. mounted on a billow. To catch a rising cloud is gone; Which she will stuff into a pillow To rest thy golden locks upon. Then vex'd with delay, Away she flung and, lisping, said: Prithee, prithee, let's go to bed. Take away thy hated light. And give way to welcome night. Venus, although herself be fair, Loves thee still, and 'tis the same That Cupid, though a torch he bears, All light doth vanish from his flame. Then vex'd with delay . . . Why should then the envious day Our impatient pleasure stay? Drive then, oh drive, thou great Apollo, Drive quick away, and be afraid To tempt the vengeance that doth follow The curses of a longing maid. Then vex'd with delay . . .
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th century )  [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 Thomas Brewer (fl. 1624), "Drowsy sun, why dost thou stay?", c1640-1660. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 23
Word count: 139