by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Harke all you ladies
Language: English 
Harke all you ladies that do sleep,
The fairy Queene Proserpina
Bids you awake and pitie them that weep,
You may doe in the darke
What the day doth forbid,
Feare not the dogs that barke
Night will have all hid.

But if you let your lovers mone,
The fairie Queene Proserpina
Will send abroad her Fairies ev'ry one,
That shall pitch lack and blew,
Your white hands, and faire armens,
That do not kindly rue
Your Paramours harmes.

In Myrtle Arbours on the downes,
The fairy Queene Proserpina,
This night by moone-shine leading merrie rounds
Holds a watch with sweet love,
Downe the dale, up the hill,
No plaints or groanes may move
their holy vigill.

All you that will hold watch with love,
The fairy Queene Proserpina,
Will make your fairer than Diones dove,
Rosese red, Lilies white,
And the cleare cheekes alight,
Love will adorne you.

All you that love, or lov'd before,
The fairy Queene Proserpina,
Bids you encrease that loving humour more,
They that yet have not fed
On delight amorous
She vowes that they shall lead
Apes in Avernus.

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This text was added to the website: 2006-05-04
Line count: 34
Word count: 185