Come Again (Dowland)

But the poet's later thoughts shift to ideas of actual death, dying "in deadly pain".

Sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

That I may cease to mourn Through thy unkind disdain; For now left and forlorn I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain and endless misery.

My heart takes no delight To see the fruits and joys that some do find And mark the storms are me assign'd.

Out alas, My faith is ever true, Yet will she never rue Nor yield me any grace; Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, Whom tears nor truth may once invade.