Come away, arm'd with loues delights, Thy spritefull graces bring with thee, When loues longing fights, They must the sticklers be. Come quickly, come, the promis'd houre is wel-nye spent, And pleasure being too much deferr'd looseth her best content. Is shee come ? O, how neare is shee ? How farre yet from this friendly place ? How many steps from me ? When shall I her imbrace ? These armes Ile spred, which onely at her sight shall close, Attending as the starry flowre that the Suns noone-tide knowes.
- 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 Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620), "Come away, arm'd with loues delights", published c1613, from the collection Two Bookes of Ayres - The Second Booke, no. 17. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2007-11-16
Line count: 12
Word count: 92