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 a reconciling
A rest that peace begets
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes
Melt not in weeping while she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies sleeping