How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank

how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
here will we sit
and let the sounds of music
creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night
how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
here will we sit
and let the sounds of music
creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night
soft stillness and the night
become the touches of sweet harmony
look how the floor of heaven
is thick
inlaid with patines of bright gold
there’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
but in his motion like an angel sings
still quiring to the young eyed cherubim’s
such harmony is in immortal souls
but whilst this muddy vesture of decay
doth grossly close it in,
doth grossly close it in,
we cannot hear it
we cannot hear it
how sweet the moonlight leeps upon this bank
here will we sit
and let the sounds of music
creep in our ears, soft stillness and the night