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 dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come. 



In darkness let me dwell