Thomas Campion

Here you will find the Poem Laura of poet Thomas Campion


ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come; 
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's 
Silent music, either other 
   Sweetly gracing. 

   Lovely forms do flow 
From concent divinely framed: 
Heaven is music, and thy beauty's 
   Birth is heavenly. 

   These dull notes we sing 
Discords need for helps 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.