Slide soft you silver floods

Slide soft you silver floods

And ev'ry Spring

Within these shady woods;

Let no bird sing,

But from this grove a turtle dove

Be seen to couple with his love:

But silence on each dale and mountain dwell,

Whilst that I weeping bid my love farewell.

You nymphs of Thetis' train,

You mermaids fair

That on these shores do plane

Your seagreen hair,

As you in trammels knit your locks

Weep ye, and force the craggy rocks

In heavy murmurs through broad shores tell

How that I weeping bid my love farewell.