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, h*llish 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