John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.
Songs, Odes, and Lyrical PiecesThe Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon
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!
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 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.