Томас Морли (2) - Who is it that this dark night - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Who is it that this dark night, 
 Under my window plaineth?
 It is one that from thy sight 
 Being, ah, exil'd, disdaineth
 Ev'ry other vulgar light. 
 
 Why, alas, and are you he?
 Be not those fond fancies changed?
 Dear, when you find change in me 
 Though from me you be estranged 
 Let my change to ruin be. 
 
 Well, in absence this will die;
 Leave to see, and leave to wonder.
 
 Absence sure will help, if I 
 Can learn now myself to sunder 
 From what in my heart doth lie. 
 
 But time will these thoughts remove;
 Time doth work what no man knoweth.
 Time doth as the subject prove;
 With time still th'affection groweth
 In the faithful turtledove.
 
 What if you new beauties see?
 Will not they stir new affection?
 I will think they pictures be,
 Image like of Saint's perfection
 Poorly counterfeiting thee.
 
 But the reason's purest light
 Bids you leave such minds to nourish;
 Dear, do Reason no such spite;
 Never doth thy beauty flourish
 More than in my reason's sight.
 
 But the wrongs love bears will make,
 Love at length leave undertaking.
 No, the more fools it doth shake
 In a ground of so firm making
 Deeper still they drive the stake.
 
 Peace! I think that some give ear,
 Come no more lest I get anger.
 Bliss! I will my bliss forbear
 Fearing, sweet, you to endanger;
 But my soul shall harbour there.
 
 Well, be gone, be gone, I say,
 Lest that Argus' eyes perceive you.
 O unjustest Fortune's sway,
 Which can make me thus to leave you
 And from louts to run away!