lyrics - In Darkness Let Me Dwell
1. Intro
Instrumental



2. Brief Even As Bright
The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow dies
All that we wished to stay
Temps and then flies
What is the worlds delight?
Lightning that mocks the night
Brief even as bright

Virtue how frail it is
Friendship too rare
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair
But we, though soon they fall
Survive the joy and all
Which ours we call

What is the worlds delight?
Lightning that mocks the night
Brief even as bright
Whilst yet the calm hours creep
Dream thou and from thy sleep
Than wake to weep

by Shelley




3. On A Faded Violet
The colour from the flower is gone,
Which like thy sweet eves smiled on me
The odour from the flower is flow,
Which breath of thee and only thee

A withered, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm
With cold and silent rest.

I weep my tears revive it not.
I sigh it breathes no more on me
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be

by Shelley




4. Overpast
That time, is dead for ever child,
Drowned frozen dead, for ever
We look, on the past and stare aghast
spectres wailing pale, and ghast

The stream. to gazed on them rolled by
Its waves return not, return not
And we, yes we stand in a lone land,
Like the tombs to mark memory

By Dowland




5. Shall I Strive
Shall I strive with words to move
When deeds receive
Receive not due regard?

Shall I speak and neither please
Nor be heard?
Nor bee freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain,
Her anguish must reveal.
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal.

All woes have end though while delayed,
Our patience
Our patience proving (hard).

O see that hours strange effects
Could but make her
Could but make her loving (me).




6. In Darkness Let Me Dwell
Sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears
To a woeful wretched wight.
Hence, despair with thy tormenting fears
0 do not my poor heart affright.

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 moistened still shall weep;
My music hellish jarring sounds
to banish friendly sleep.

(Thus wedded to my woes,
and bedded to my tomb,
Oh let me living, living die,
till death do come)

by Dowland




7. Shall I Strive
Shall I strive with words to move
When deeds receive not due regard?
Shall I speak and neither please
Nor be freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain,
Her restless anguish must reveal.
She alone my wound shall know
Though she will not heal.

All woes have end though awhile delayed,
Our patience proving.
Oh that Time's strange effects
Could but make her loving.

Storms calm at last, and why may not
She leave off her frowning?
Oh sweet Love, help her hands,
My affecting crowning.

by Downland




8. Arise From Deams Of Thee
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sweep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.

The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O, beloved as thou art!

My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last

by Shelley




From Silent Night
From silent night, true register of moans;
From saddest soul, consumed; with sins
With deepest sins

From heart quite rent, with sighs and heavy groans
My wailing Muse her work, begins
Her work begins

And to the world brings tunes of sad despire,
Sounding naught else but sorrow, grief and care.

by Dowland