Rose-Cheekt Lawra
by Thomas Campion
Rose-cheekt Lawra, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beawty’s
Silent musick, either other
Sweetely gracing.
Lovely forms do flowe
From concent devinely framed:
Heav’n is musick, and thy beawties
Birth is heavenly.
These dull notes we sing
Discords neede for helps to grace them;
Only beawty purely loving
Knowes no discord;
But still mooves delight,
Like cleare springs reneu’d by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
selves eternall.
From Observations in the Art of English Poesie (1602)
