Come away, come sweet love, The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air of love, and pleasure speaks:
    Teach thine arms then to embrace,
        And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
    And mix our souls in mutual bliss,
    Eyes where made for beauty's grace,
         Viewing, rueing love's long pain
    Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.

Come away, come sweet love, The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere, his fiery arrows casts,
    Making all the shadows fly,
       Playing, staying in the grove
     To entertain the stealth of love.
     Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
       Flying, dying in desire
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.

Come away, come sweet love, Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace, that should rise, like to the naked morn.
    Lilies on the riverside
         And fair Cyprian flow'rs newblown
     Desire no beauties but their own,
     Ornament is nurse of pride,
         Pleasure, measure love's delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight!


 = Susannah Wood