Come away; bring thy golden theft

by Rachel Stott From Songs from the Lords' Masque (2000)

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Come away; bring thy golden theft
English source: Thomas Campion

Come away; bring thy golden theft,
Bring, bright Prometheus, all thy lights;
Thy fires from Heav'n bereft
Show now to human sights.
Come quickly, come!
Thy stars to our stars straight present,
For pleasure being too much deferred loseth her best content.
What fair dames wish, should swift as their own thoughts appear;
To loving and to longing hearts every hour seems a year.

See how fair, O how fair, they shine!
What yields more pomp beneath the skies?
Their birth is yet divine,
And such their form implies.
Large grow their beams, their near approach afford them so;
By nature sights that pleasing are, cannot too amply show.
O might these flames in human shapes descend this place,
How lovely would their presence be, how full of grace!


Rachel Stott

Rachel Stott was educated at Wells Cathedral School and read music at Churchill College, Cambridge. While a post-graduate student at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama she was commissioned by the London Park Lane Group for their Purcell Room…


Thomas Campion

Thomas Campion was an English composer, poet, and physician. 

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