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For Lucy, Countess of Bedford

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.

Down vain...
For Lucy, Countess of Bedford

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.

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.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world`s despite.


The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres (1600) ( 2):  `Flow my tears`,  ()
Soprano Saxophone, bass clarinet John Surman, violin Maya Homburger, double bass Barry Guy. Recorded: January 1999, Forde Abbey, Dorset.
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