Flow - Qntal

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

Hark, you shadows that in darkness dwell

Learn to contemn light

Happy, happy they that in hell

Feel not the world’s despite

Down, vain lights, shine you no more!

No nights are dark enough for those

That in despair their lost fortunes deplore;

Light doth but shame disclose