Thomas Campion - Here she her sacred bower adornes - текст песни (слова)

Here she, her sacred bower adorns, 
 The rivers clearly flow; 
 The groves and meadows swell with flowers, 
 The winds all gently blow. 
 
 Her sunlike beauty shines so fair; 
 Her spring can never fade. 
 Who then can blame the life that strives 
 To harbour in her shade? 
 
 Her grace I sought, her love I wooed, 
 Her love though I obtain; 
 No time, no toil, no vow, no faith, 
 Her wished grace can gain. 
 
 Yet truth can tell my heart is hers; 
 And her, will I adore! 
 And from that love when I depart, 
 Let heaven view me no more! 
 
 But from her bower of joy, 
 Since I must now excluded be; 
 And she will not relieve my cares, 
 Which none can help, but she: 
 
 My comfort, in her love shall dwell, 
 Her love lodge in my breast; 
 And though not in her bower, 
 Yet I in her temple will rest.