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John Dryden - The Tears Of Amynta, For The Death Of Damon. A Song
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1.
On a bank, beside a willow,
Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta sigh`d alone:
From the cheerless dawn of morning
Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus she made her moan:
       Hope is banish`d,
       Joys are vanish`d,
Damon, my beloved, is gone!

2. 
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 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 drain`d before:

        Death come end me,
        To befriend me:
Love and Damon are no more
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