In darkness let me dwell

Sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears
To a woeful wretched wight.
Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears
0 do not my poor heart affright.

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 moistened still shall weep
My music hellish jarring sounds
to banish friendly sleep.

(Thus wedded to my woes,
and bedded to my tomb,
Oh let me living, living die,
till death do come)