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 moisten'd still shall weep,
My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb,
O, let me, living, living, die, till death do come.
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From guest eva weidema (contact)
Having read 'Music and Silence ' by Rose Tremain and learning that Dowland spent many years playing music in a cellar at the court of the Danish king Christian IV, this song has been given new meaning. -
Dowland's Genius
From guest oliver (contact)
Truly the best song writer possibly ever to have lived. Both his lyrical beauty and dexterity contrast so much with the delicate passages of melancholy progressions. A truly masterful artist -
From guest Cardine (contact)
I find the timing very strange and jerky but the opening melody of the first line is beautiful. -
i think that this poem is deep i love how weep and sleep are rhymed it flows nicley ~Amy
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From guest dsw (contact)
The music speaks of sadness no matter how it is interpreted. Dowland would have written something more joyful were he using this as a metaphor for sex. -
sad? ...maybe not
From guest Darren (contact)
Takes on a whole new meaning when you understand that "to die" was a metaphor for orgasm, and that poets and composers were fond of using the double entendre resulting from this metaphor. -
sad
Very sad and desperate expression...sounds like a heartbroken. The flow is very nice.
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