Of The Wand & The Moon - A dirge lyrics

Me seemes I see the high and stately mountaines Transform themselves to lowe dejected vallies: Me seemes I heare in these ill changed forrests The nightingales doo learne of owles their musique: Me seemes I feele the comfort of the morning Turnde to the mortall serene of an evening Me seemes I see a filthie clowdie evening As soon as sunne begins to clime the mountaines: Me seemes I feele a noysome sent, the morning When I doo smell the flowers of these vallies: Me seemes i heare, when I doo heare sweet musique The dreadfull cries of murdered men in forrests [Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys: "The countess of pembrokes arcadia" (1598)]