My thoughts are wing'd (John Dowland)

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• CPDL #17943:  

Editor: David Newman (submitted 2008-08-21).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kbytes       Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central - Edition in G minor

• CPDL #15998: MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files available.

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-15).   Copyright: CPDL

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• CPDL #5470: PDF, MIDI and Capella 4 files available.

Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18).   Score information: A4   Copyright: Personal

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• CPDL #1114: PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.

Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2000-07-12).   Score information:    Copyright: GnuGPL

Edition notes: in partbook format

General Information

Title: My thoughts are wing'd
Composer: John Dowland
Lyricist: George Clifford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland - (1558-1605) (Attributed)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: 1597

Description: No III from First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597)

External websites:

• Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".

Original text and translations

English text

My thoughts are wing'd with hopes, my hopes with love.
Mount, Love, unto the moon in clearest night
And you my thoughts that some mistrust do carry,
If for mistrust my mistress do you blame,
If she for this with clouds do mask her eyes,
And make the heavens dark with her disdain,
And say, as she doth in the heavens move,
In earth, so wanes and waxeth my delight.
Say though you alter, yet you do not vary,
As she doth change and yet remain the same.
With windy sighs disperse them in the skies,
Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain,
And whisper this but softly in her ears,
Hope oft doth hang the head and Trust shed tears.
Distrust doth enter hearts but not in feet,
And love is sweetest seasoned with suspect
Thoughts, hopes and love, return to me no more
Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before.

George Clifford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland (1558-1606)