When lo, by break of morning, my love, herself adorning, Doth walk the woods so dainty gath'ring sweet violets and cowslips plenty, The birds enamour'd, sing and praise my Flora. Lo, here a new Aurora.
When lo, by break of morning, my love, herself adorning, Doth walk the woods so dainty gath'ring sweet violets and cowslips plenty, The birds enamour'd, sing and praise my Flora. Lo, here a new Aurora.