Weep You No More, Sad Fountains

by Anonymous Olde English Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven’s sun doth gently waste. But my sun’s heavenly eyes View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping. Sleep is reconciling, A rest that peace begets: Doth not theContinue reading “Weep You No More, Sad Fountains”