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 living die,
till death doth come,
till death doth come.
In darkness let me dwell.