John Blow - Th Queen's Epicedium lyrics

No, Lesbia no, you ask in vain My harp, my mind's unstrung When all the world's in tears, in pain Do you require a song? See, how ev'ry nymph and swain Hang down their heads, and weep! No voice nor pipe is heard in all the plain So great their sorrows, they neglect their sheep The Queen of Arcadie is gone! Lesbia, the loss can't be expressed Not with the deepest sigh, or groan Or throbbings of the breast Ah! poor Arcadians, how they mourn Oh! the delight and wonder of their eyes! She's gone, and nevеr must return: Their star is fix'd, and shines bеyond the skies