Orlando Gibbons - Now each flowery bank of May - текст песни (слова)

Now each flowery bank of May,
 Woos the streams that glide away,
 Mountains fanned by a sweet gale,
 Loves the humble-looking dale,
 Winds the loved leaves do kiss,
 Each thing tasteth of love's bliss.
 Only I, though blest I be
 To be loved by destiny,
 Love confessed by her sweet breath,
 Whose love is life, whose hate is death,