Re: Whoops! The Atlantic Makes Trump Look EPIC In Cover Intended as a Smear

The Horny Goat wrote:

On Mon, 16 Sep 2024 09:13:33 -0700, Paul S Person
<psperson@old.netcom.invalid> wrote:
 

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs,
Exiled for ever, let me mourn
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Unknown. (Perhaps, Constable Bacon.)

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Sounds like unrequited/refused love to me.

 To me that could be interpreted as a deceased lover.

I think it is clear that it is more than this.  Nobody has any sympathy for the singer, quite the reverse.  It seems clear that the singer has lost everything. And will never get it back.
  (Which for me is

a little too close to home though I admire the poet whoever he/she
might be)

I looked this up some time ago, and apparently there was no consensus as to an author, with only Dowland's name being given as a possibility.
Wikipedia is of the same opinion.
Dowland considered himself to be a second-rate composer by comparison to his contemporary William Byrd, but  great as the latter is, I suspect Dowland is listened to more often.
William Hyde