In Darkness Let Me Dwell (Die Verbannten Kinder Evas)

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)