Mourn, Mourn, Day Is With Darkness Fled Poem by John Dowland

Mourn, Mourn, Day Is With Darkness Fled



Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled,
What heavn's then governs earth,
O none, but hell in heaven's stead,
Choke with his mists our mirth.

Mourn, mourn, look now for no more day
Nor night, but that from hell,
Then all must as they may
In darkness learn to dwell.

But yet this change, must needs change our delight,
That thus the sun should harbour with the light.

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