Me seemes I see the high and stately mountaines Transform Themselves to lowe dejected vallies Me seemes I heare in these ill changed forrest 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