dry those fair, those crystal eyes - edward elgar lyrics

dry those fair, those crystal eyes
which, like growing fountains, rise
to drown their banks : grief’s sullen brooks
would better flow in furrow’d looks;
thy lovely face was never meant
to be the shore of discontent

then clear those waterish stars again
which else portend a lasting rain;
lest the clouds which settle there
prolong my winter all the year
and thy example others make
in love with sorrow for thy sake