LAURA

by: Thomas Campion (1567?-1619)

OSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
 
Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framèd:
Heaven is music, and thy beauty's
Birth is heavenly.
 
These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord;
 
But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
selves eternal.

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