Flow My Tears7/26/2018 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 contemn light. Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. Comments are closed.
DowlandThese enduring poems demonstrate the extreme melancholic affection, popular in the time of Dowland at courts of powerful monarchs such as Queen Elizabeth I of England over 400 years ago. These pieces come alive in musical performance and emote an ironic humor by revealing both vague and blatant subtexts. Songs
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