Come, heavy Sleep Anon. 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-swoll’n cries. Come and possess my tired thought, worn soul, That living dies, till thou on me be stole. Come, shadow of my end, and shape of rest, Allied to Death, child to his black-faced Night; Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast, Whose waking fancies do my mind affright. O come, sweet Sleep, come or I die for ever; Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.
Come, heavy Sleep
Anon.
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-swoll’n cries.
Come and possess my tired thought, worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stole.
Come, shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to Death, child to his black-faced Night;
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies do my mind affright.
O come, sweet Sleep, come or I die for ever;
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.
Second page, 3th mesure. How i can play C# (2) and A (1) without broking my fingers ?
I think it's a mistake : do the opposite and use 2 for A and 1 for C#
Dimby Rasamoelina Thanks for responding and sharing, have a good day