My thoughts are winged with hopes, my hopes with love. Mount, Love, unto the moon in clearest night And say, as she doth in the heavens move, In earth, so wanes and waxeth my delight. And whisper this but softly in her ears: Hope oft doth hang the head and Trust shed tears. And you, my thoughts, that some mistrust do carry, If for mistrust my mistress do you blame, Say though you alter, yet you do not vary, As she doth change and yet remain the same. Distrust doth enter hearts but not infect, And love is sweetest seasoned with suspect. If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes, And make the heavens dark with her disdain, With windy sighs disperse them in the skies, Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain, Thoughts, hopes and love, return to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before.
- possibly by George Cliford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland (1558 - 1606) [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 John Dowland (1562 - 1626), "My thoughts are wing'd with hopes", published 1597, from First Book of Songs or Airs [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: David Newman
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