Tears

Weep you no more, sad fountains;   What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains   Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my Sun's heavenly eyes     View not your weeping,     That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies         Sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling,   A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling   When fair at even he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes!     Melt not in weeping,     While she lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies         Sleeping.