What then is loue but mourning? What desire, but a selfe-burning? Till shee that hates doth loue returne, Thus will I mourne, thus will I sing, Come away, come away, my darling. Beautie is but a blooming, Youth in his glorie entombing ; Time hath a while, which none can stay : Then come away, while thus I sing, Come away, come away, my darling. Sommer in winter fadeth ; Gloomie night heaun'ly light shadeth : Like to the morne are Venus flowers ; Such are her howers : then will I sing, Come away, come away, my darling.
- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620) [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 Philip Rosseter (1567?8 - 1623), "What then is loue but mourning?", published 1601, from the collection A Booke of Ayres = A Book of Airs, no. 24. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2007-11-16
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Word count: 99