作词 : John Dowland
作曲 : John Dowland
Clear or cloudy sweet as April show’ring,
Smooth or frowning so is her face to me,
Pleas’d or smiling like mild May all flow’ring,
When skies blue silk and meadows carpets be,
Her speeches notes of that night-bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes out-ringeth.
Her grace like June, when earth and trees be trimm’d,
In best attire of complete beauty’s height,
Her love again like summer’s days be dimm’d,
With little clouds of doubtful constant faith,
Her trust her doubt, like rain and heat in skies,
Gently thund’ring, she lightning to mine eyes.
作词 : John Dowland
作曲 : John Dowland
Clear or cloudy sweet as April show’ring,
Smooth or frowning so is her face to me,
Pleas’d or smiling like mild May all flow’ring,
When skies blue silk and meadows carpets be,
Her speeches notes of that night-bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes out-ringeth.
Her grace like June, when earth and trees be trimm’d,
In best attire of complete beauty’s height,
Her love again like summer’s days be dimm’d,
With little clouds of doubtful constant faith,
Her trust her doubt, like rain and heat in skies,
Gently thund’ring, she lightning to mine eyes.