Song from Drake:  Nymphs and Naiads, Come Away

I

Nymphs and naiads, come away,

Love lies dead!

Cover the cast-back golden head,

Cover the lovely limbs with may,

And with fairest boughs of green,

And many a rose-wreathed briar spray;

But let no hateful yew be seen

Where Love lies dead.

II

Let not the queen that would not hear,

(Love lies dead!)

Or beauty that refused to save,

Exult in one dejected tear;

But gather the glory of the year,

The pomp and glory of the year,

The triumphing glory of the year,

And softly, softly, softly shed

Its light and fragrance round the grave

Where Love lies dead.