Lullaby
WEEP you no more, sad fountains;What need you flow so fast?Look how the snowy mountainsHeaven’s sun doth gently waste.But my sun’s heavenly eyesView not your weeping,That now lies sleepingSoftly, now softly liesSleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,A rest that peace begets;Doth not the sun rise smilingWhen fair at eve he sets?Rest you, then, rest, sad eyes,Melt not in weeping,While she lies sleepingSoftly, now softly liesSleeping.
SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT 1605–1668