by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)
Come, cheerful day
Language: English
Come, cheerful day, part of my life, to me; For while thou view'st me with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I still onward haste to my last night. Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly, So every day we live a day we die. But, O ye nights, ordained for barren rest, How are my days deprived of life in you; When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossessed By feigned death life sweetly to renew, Part of my life in that you life deny; So every day we live a day we die.
Text Authorship:
- 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, cheerful day", published c1613, from the collection Two Bookes of Ayres - The First Booke, no. 17. [text verified 1 time]
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Line count: 12
Word count: 101