The Second Booke of Songes, 1600
Clear or cloudy, sweet as April show’ring,
Smooth or frowning, so is her face to me;
Pleas’d or smiling, like mild May all flow’ring,
When skies blue silk and meadows carpets be;
Her speeches notes
Of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet
Yet jarring notes outringeth. Sweet summer,
Spring that breatheth life and growing
In weeds as into herbs and flowers;
And sees of service divers sorts in sowing;
Some haply seeming and some being yours:
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.
Performance by Sting and Edin Karamazov [YouTube]
Performance of Emma Kirby [YouTube]
Performance of the Queen's Chamber Band [NML] (info)
