Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Now ev'ry tree renews his summer green
Why is your heart in winter's garments clad?
Your beauty says "my love is summer's queen:"
But your cold love like winter makes me sad;
Then either spring with buds of love again
Or else congeal my thoughts with your disdain
Now every tree was written by Thomas Weelkes.