In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be, <br />The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me, <br />The walls of marble black that moisten'd still shall weep, <br />My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep. <br />Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb, <br />O, let me, living, living, die, till death do come.<br /><br />John Dowland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-darkness-let-me-dwell/
