Бёрд Уильям - Awake mine eyes - текст песни (слова)

Awake mine eyes, see Phoebus bright arising,
 And lesser Lights to shades obscure descending,
 Glad Philomela sits tunes of joy devising,
 Whilst in sweet notes, from warbling throtes
 The Silvan Quire with like desire,
 To her are Ecchoes sending.