Brian Asawa

Songs, Op. 34: Vocalise, No. 14

Come again, sweet love doth now invite

His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd

Flow my tears

It was a Time when silly bees could speak

Sorrow, stay!

Can she excuse my wrongs

A shepherd in a shade his plaining made

Time stands still

Go, crystal tears

I saw my lady weep

Away with these self-loving lads

Now hath Flora robb'd her bow'rs

Author of light, revive my dying sprite

Come let us sound with melody the praises

Oft have I sigh'd for him that hears me not

Turn back, you wanton flyer

This merry pleasant Spring

There were three ravens

The dark is my delight