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- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2002-12-01). Score information: 19.6 x 28.3 cm, 4 pages, 110 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Arranged by Eva Toller. arranged by Eva Toller for TTBBB or TBB. All files are available on http://www.evatoller.se/main_men_titles_E-K.html (MIDI files available for each part.)
General Information
Title: Here she her sacred bower adornes
Composer: Thomas Campion
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: TTBBB
or TBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
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Original text and translations
English text
Here she, her sacred bower adorns,
The rivers clearly flow;
The groves and meadows swell with flowers,
The winds all gently blow.
Her sunlike beauty shines so fair;
Her spring can never fade.
Who then can blame the life that strives
To harbour in her shade?
Her grace I sought, her love I wooed,
Her love though I obtain;
No time, no toil, no vow, no faith,
Her wished grace can gain.
Yet truth can tell my heart is hers;
And her, will I adore!
And from that love when I depart,
Let heaven view me no more!
But from her bower of joy,
Since I must now excluded be;
And she will not relieve my cares,
Which none can help, but she:
My comfort, in her love shall dwell,
Her love lodge in my breast;
And though not in her bower,
Yet I in her temple will rest.