Laura

by Thomas Campion

Rose-cheek'd Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other       Sweetly gracing.   Lovely forms do flow From concent divinely framèd: Heaven is music, and thy beauty's       Birth is heavenly.   These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving       Knows no discord;   But still moves delight, Like clear springs renew'd by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in them-       selves eternal.

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