John Dowland

Flow My Tears

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
       Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's 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
        Of all joys have deprived

From the highest spire of contentment
                 My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
         Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
               Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
          Feel not the world’s despite.

spoken = Susannah Wood