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John Dryden - By a dismal cypress lying: A Song from the Italian
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By a dismal cypress lying, 
    Damon cried, all pale and dying,
    Kind is death that ends my pain,
    But cruel she I lov`d in vain.
    The mossy fountains
    Murmur my trouble,
    And hollow mountains
    My groans redouble:
    Ev`ry nymph mourns me,
   Thus while I languish;
   She only scorns me,
   Who caus`d my anguish.
   No love returning me, but all hope denying;
   By a dismal cypress lying,
   Like a swan, so sung he dying:
   Kind is death that ends my pain,
   But cruel she I lov`d in vain.
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