John Dowland  (1563 - 1626)  English


     John Dowland  (1563 - 1626)  was an English Renaissance composer, lyricist, lutenist, and 
     singer influenced by the English consort style.  His songs often melancholic; expressing loss 
     or sorrow.  His songs were widely popular throughout Europe in his day and underwent a 
     resurgence in the 20th century.    

      He is best known today for his melancholy songs such as "Come, heavy sleep", "Come 
      again", "Flow my tears", "I saw my Lady weepe", "Now o now I needs must part" and 
      "In darkness let me dwell", but his instrumental music has undergone a major revival, and 
      with the 20th century's early music revival, has been a continuing source of repertoire 
      for lutenists and classical guitarists.

In Darkness Let Me Dwell

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.

My dainties grief shall be, and tears my poisoned wine,
My sighs the air through which my panting heart shall pine,
My robes my mind shall suit exceeding blackest night,
My study shall be tragic thoughts sad fancy to delight,
Pale ghosts and frightful shades shall my acquaintance be:
O thus, my hapless joy, I haste to thee.



Flow My Tears  (c. 1600)

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, 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, 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.


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