In Darkness Let Me Dwell

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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

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

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

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Cease, sorrows, now, for you have done the deed, Lo, Care hath now consumed my carcase quite. No hope is left, nor help can stand instead, For doleful death doth cut oft pleasure quite. Yet whilst I hear the knelling of the bell, Before I die, I'll sin Would my conceit, that first enforced my woe, Or else mine eyes Which still the same increase, Might be extinct, to end my sorrows so Which now are such as nothing can release, Whose life is death whose sweet each change of sour, And eke whose bell reneweth every hour.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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) Shall I Strive? (Dowland) 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.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Shall I strive with words to move When deeds receive not due regard? Shall I speak and neither please Nor be freeln 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 end though awhile delayed, Our patience proving. O that time's strange effects Could but make her loving. Storms calm at last, and why may not She leave off her frowning? O sweet love, help her hands, My affection crowning.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

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

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025