"Weep You No More, Sad Fountain" — Sting

Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heav'nly eyes View not your weeping That now lies sleeping, Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.

Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that Peace begets. Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at e'en he sets Rest you then, rest, sad eyes, Melt not in weeping While she lies sleeping, Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.