Flow my tears,
Fall from your springs.
Exiled, forever let me mourn.
Where night's black bird,
her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights,
Shine you no more.
No nights are dark
enough for those
That in despair
her sad fortune deplore;
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved
Since pity is fled.
And tears,
and sighs,
and groans,
my weary days,
my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire
of contentment,
My fortune is thrown.
And fear
and grief,
and pain,
for my desserts,
for my desserts
Are my hopes since hope is gone.
Hark you shadows
that in darkness dwell;
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy
they that in Hell
feel not the world's despite,
Hark you shadows
that in darkness dwell;
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy
they that in Hell
feel not the world's despite.
