Weep you no more, sad fountains; 

What need you flow so fast? 

Look how the snowy mountains 

Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. 

But my sun's heav'nly eyes 

View not your weeping 

That now lies sleeping, 

Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping. 



Sleep is a reconciling, 

A rest that Peace begets. 

Doth not the sun rise smiling 

When fair at e'en he sets 

Rest you then, rest, sad eyes, 

Melt not in weeping 

While she lies sleeping, 

Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.