She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies-Of The Wand And The Moon

[ti:She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies] [ar:Of The Wand And The Moon] [al:Nighttime Nightrhymes] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies - Of The Wand And The Moon [00:07.67]I wish to fire the trees of all these forests [00:12.41] [00:14.16]I give the Sunne a last farewell each evening [00:17.60] [00:20.88]I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke [00:24.58] [00:28.03]With envie i do hate the loftie mountains [00:30.95] [00:34.06]And with despite despise the humble vallies [00:37.98] [00:40.90]I do detest night evening day and morning [00:43.95] [00:47.62]For she whose parts maintainde a perfect musique [00:51.43] [00:54.04]Whose beauties shin'de more than the blushing morning [00:57.60] [01:00.33]Who much did passe in state the stately mountains [01:03.95] [01:07.14]In straightnes past the Cedars of the forests [01:10.05] [01:13.49]Hath cast me wretch into eternally evening [01:16.38] [01:19.93]By taking her to Sunnes from these dark vallies [01:23.04] [01:27.83]Curse to my self my prayers is the morning [01:32.56] [01:34.43]My fire is more than can be made with forests [01:37.57] [01:40.87]My state more base than are the basest vallies [01:44.34] [01:47.39]I wish no evenings more to see each evening [01:52.20] [01:54.07]Shamed I hate my self in sight of mountains [01:56.94] [02:00.66]And stop my ears lest I grow mad with Musicke [02:04.46] [02:08.02]For she with whom compar'd the Alpes are vallies [02:10.69] [02:13.89]She whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique [02:18.85] [02:20.81]At whose approach the Sunne raise in the evening [02:24.01] [02:26.62]Who where she went bare in her forhead morning [02:30.08] [02:33.08]Is gone is gone from these our spolyed forests [02:37.81] [02:40.75]Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountains