The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon

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ON a Bank, beside a Willow,

Heav’n her Cov’ring, Earth her Pillow,

Sad Amynta sigh’d alone;

From the chearless dawn of Morning

Till the Dews of Night returning,

Singing thus she made her mone:

Hope is banish’d,

Joys are vanish’d,

Damon, my belov’d, is gone!

Time, I dare thee to discover

Such a Youth, and such a Lover;

Oh, so true, so kind was he!

Damon was the pride of Nature,

Charming in his every Feature;

Damon liv’d alone for me:

Melting Kisses,

Murmuring Blisses;

Who so liv’d and lov’d as we!

Never shall we curse the Morning,

Never bless the Night returning,

Sweet Embraces to restore:

Never shall we both ly dying,

Nature failing, love supplying

All the Joys he drain’d before.

Death come end me

To befriend me;

Love and Damon are no more.