Come away, come, sweet love

John Dowland, 1562-1626

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1. 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.

2. 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.

3. 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 wished flight.