| Dowland: In darkness let me dwell |
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| In darkness let me dwell; |
| the ground shall sorrow be, |
| The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me; |
| The walls of marble black, that moist’ned still shall weep; |
| My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep. |
| Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb, |
| O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come. |
| In darkness let me dwell |
