John Ward - My breast I'll set upon a silver stream - текст песни (слова)

My breast I'll set upon a silver stream,
 and swim unto Elysium's lily fields:
 There in Ambrosian trees, I'll write a theme,
 Of all the woeful sighs my sorrow yields.
 A heavy, sad and swanlike song sing I,
 To ease my heart awhile before I die.