Eric Whitacre - Go lovely rose

Go lovely rose
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows
When I resemble her to thee
How sweet and fair she seems to be

Tell her that's young and shuns
To have her graces spied, graces spied
That hadst thou sprung

(Tenor solo)
In deserts where no men abide
(Soprano solo)
Thou must have uncommended died

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired
Bid her come forth
Suffer herself to be desired, desired
And not blush so to be admired

Then die, then die, then die, then die
That she the common fate of all things rare
May read in thee
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair, and fair