Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
On thy Bosom let me rest,
More I would, but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs Create
No trouble in thy Breast;
Remember me, but ah! forget my Fate.
CHORUS:
With drooping wings you Cupids come,
To scatter roses on her tomb.
Soft and Gentle as her Heart
Keep here your watch, and never part.
*Dido's Lament by Sir Henry Purcell from Dido and Aeneas
Sudden and unexpected death has visited my family and it has me trying to make sense of the end of our earthly existence.
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