The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon

Song

1

On a bank, beside a willow,
Heaven her cov'ring, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta sighed alone;
From the cheerless dawn of morning,
Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus she made her moan:
" Hope is banished,
Joys are vanished,
Damon my beloved is gone!

2

Time, I dare thee to discover
Such a youth, and such a lover;
O so true, so kind was he!
Damon was the pride of nature,
Charming in his every feature,
Damon lived alone for me:
Melting kisses
Murmuring blisses,
Who so lived and loved as we?

3

Never shall we curse the morning,
Never bless the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore:
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, love supplying
All the joys he drained before.
Death, come end me
To befriend me:
Love and Damon are no more.