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.