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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Madrigal 12. Like to the Mountains, are mine high desires

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

LIKE to the Mountains, are mine high desires;

Level to thy love’s highest point:

Grounded on faith, which thy sweet grace requires.

For Springs, tears rise in endless source.

For Summer’s flowers, Love’s fancies I appoint.

The Trees, with storms tossed out of course,

Figure my thoughts, still blasted with Despair.

Thunder, lightning, and hail

Make his trees mourn: thy frowns make me bewail!

This only difference! Here, fire; there, snows are!