In Darkness Let Me Dwell, John Dowland.

In darknesse let mee dwell, the ground shall sorrow be,
The roofe Dispaire to barr all cheerfull light from mee,
The wals of marble blacke that moistned still shall weepe,
My musicke hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly sleepe.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my Tombe,
O let me living die, till death, till death do come.

Just kidding. It's a great song though.