Come Heavy Sleep
This album was released in 1997. Depending on source, the eponymous track's lyrics somehow vary quite a bit, not in tenor, but in spelling, interpunction, words even. 🤔 So I'll have to feel free to make my own blend of it. Be noted the contemporary artist only took the first four lines to go on, and repeat at the track's end.
Whatever the case, they were first written by one
John Dowland,
and published
in 1597/277 —
just a few centuries 🤷 before the first
DSM
was concocted to give all this black bile
a scientific spin.
(I)
Come heavy Sleep, the image of true Death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries
Come and possess my tired thoughts, worne soule,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule
(II)
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 doe my mind affright
O come, sweet Sleep, or I die forever;
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come thou never
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