- 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 lost 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 contemn light
- Happy, happy they that in hell
- Feel not the world's despite.
Jack Dowland
2 comentários:
Curiosamente estava-me a referir a Jack Dowland e não a John Dowland...
mas isso são pormenores, não sabia que o Sting tinha "desenterrado" isto.
"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."
Fico deslumbrada de cada vez que por aqui passo!
Abraço!
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