William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
To Music Bent Is My Retired MindThomas Campion (15671620)
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And fain would I some song of pleasure sing,
But in vain joys no comfort now I find;
From heavenly thoughts all true delight doth spring:
Thy power, O God, Thy mercies to record,
Will sweeten every note and every word.
Is but to carve in snow, in waves to write;
Celestial things, though men conceive them less,
Yet fullest are they in themselves of light:
Such beams they yield as know no means to die,
Such heat they cast as lifts the spirit high.