Ye sacred Muses, race of Jove, whom Music's lore delighteth,
Come down from crystal heav'ns above to earth where sorrow dwelleth,
In mourning weeds, with tears in eyes: Tallis is dead, and Music dies.

('weeds' = clothes)

(Note: William Byrd wrote this lament upon the death of his teacher and mentor, Thomas Tallis)

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