Rose cheeked Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
Lovely forms do flow
From consent divinely framed:
Heaven is music, and thy beauty's
Birth is heavenly.
These dull notes we sing
Discords need for help to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord.
But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
Selves eternal.
-Thomas Campion-
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