In Darkness let me dwell

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 living die,
till death do come,

TILL DEATH DO COME...

...In darkness let me dwell

John Dowland
(1563-1626)