Here she her sacred bower adornes - Campion, Thomas

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⌛ Period → Renaissance ◈ Genre → Madrigals ♬ Voicing → TTBBB|add=or {{Vcat|TBB ¶ Language → English

Parts 5

Instruments A cappella

Pages 4

CPDL # 4241

Editor Eva Toller

Posted 2002-12-01

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

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.