Full Lyrics
I saw my lady weeping, and Love did languish
And of their plaint ensued so rare consenting:
That never yet was heard more sweet lamenting,
Made all of tender pity and mournful anguish.
The floods forsaking their delightful swelling,
Stayed to attend their plaint, the winds enraged,
Still and content to quiet calm assuaged
Their wonted storming and every blast rebelling.
