come heavy sleep the image of true death and close up these my weary weeping eyes whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath and tears my heart with sorrow s sigh swolln cries come and possess my tired through worn soul that living dies till thou on me be stole come shape of rest and shadow of my end allied to death child to his joyless black fac d night come thou and charm these rebels in my breast whose waking fancies doth my mind affright o come sweet sleep or i die forever come ere my last sleep comes or come thou never
['classical', 'early music', 'english renaissance', 'renaissance']