Now the earth, the skies, the air

Now the earth, the skies, the air

And all things fair

Seems new-born thoughts t'infuse;

Whilst the returning Spring

Joys each thing,

And blasted hopes renews.

When only I alone,

Left to moan,

Find no times born for me;

No flowers, no meadow springs,

No bird sings,

But notes of misery.