Cry No More, Sad Trees

Cry No More, Sad Trees

Cry no more, sad trees;
For what do your leaves fall so fast?
See how the mountains stand ready
For snow to gently blanket.
But the sun’s energy encompassing
Sees not your falling leaves
That now lie sleeping
Quietly, now gently lies
Sleeping.

Renewing is the sleep,
A peaceful winter’s nap.
Does not the sun also rise
Every day as you sleep?
Rest you then, rest, sad trees,
Wither not with your tears
While the earth lies sleeping
Quietly, now gently lies
Sleeping.

[Based on an anonymous poem in John Dowland’s Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs (1603)]

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