Now each flowery bank of May
Woos the streams that glide away
Mountains fanned by a sweet gale
Loves the humble-looking dale
Winds the loved leaves do kiss
Each thing tasteth of love's bliss
Only I, though blest I be
To be loved by destiny
Love confessed by her sweet breath
Whose love is life, whose hate is death
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1623 • The Hymnes and Songs of the Church
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets
1612 • The First Set of Madrigals and Mottets