Weep You No More Sad Fountains

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains,
Heaven's sun does gently waste.
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping.
That now lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly,
softly lies sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling,
When fair at even he sets.
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping,
Softly, softly, now softly,
softly lies sleeping.