In darknesse let mee dwell,
The ground shall sorrow be,
The roofe Dispaire to barre all
Cheerfull light from mee,
The wals of marble blacke that
Moistned still shall weepe,
My musicke hellish iarring
Sounds to banish friendly sleepe.
Thus wedded to my woes,
And bedded to my Tombe,
O Let me liuing die,
Till death doe come,
In darknesse let mee dwell.