[Verse 1] Clear or cloudy sweet as April showering Smooth or frowning so is her face to me Pleased or smiling like mild May, all flowering When skies blew silk and meadows carpets bee Her speeches notes of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes outringeth Her speeches notes of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes outringeth [Verse 2] Her grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimmed In best attire of complete beauties height Her love again like summers days be dimmed With little clouds of doubtful constant faith Her trust her doubt, like rain and heat in Skies Gently thundering, she lightning to mine eyes Her trust her doubt, like rain and heat in Skies Gently thundering, she lightning to mine eyes [Verse 3] Sweet summer spring that breaths life and growing In weeds as into herbs and flowers And sees of service divers sorts in sowing Some happily seeming and some being yours Rain on your herbs and flowers that truly serve And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve Rain on your herbs and flowers that truly serve And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve
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