Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn
Where nights 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 their last fortunes 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 deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the worlds despite
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the worlds despite