Lilies on the river’s side – II

John Dowland (1563 - 1626): Come away, come, sweet love, ayre (pubblicato nel First Booke of Songes or Ayres, 1597, n. 11), versione a 4 voci a cappella. Collegium Vocale Bydgoszcz.

Come away, come, sweet love,
the golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
teach thine arms then to embrace
and sweet rosy lips to kiss,
and mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty’s grace,
viewing, rueing love’s long pain
procur’d by beauty’s rude disdain.

Come away, come, sweet love,
the golden morning wastes,
while the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts:
making all the shadows fly,
playing, staying in the grove,
to entertain the stealth of love.
Thither sweet love let us hie,
flying, dying in desire,
wing’d with sweet hopes and heav’nly fire.

Come away, come, sweet love,
do not in vain adorn
beauty’s grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn:
lilies on the river’s side,
and fair Cyprian flow’rs new-blown,
desire no beauties but their own.
Ornament is nurse of pride,
pleasure, measure love’s delight:
haste then sweet love our wishèd flight.