WEVER, Robert


In A Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay

In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,

The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;

I dreamed fast of mirth and play:

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Methought I walked still to and fro,

And from her company I could not go;

But when I wak'd it was not so:

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is surely pight

Of her alone to have a sight,

Which is my joy and heart's delight:

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.