06 novembro 2006

Lachrimae pavane

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:

Varanda disse...

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.

Anónimo disse...

"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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