Love is the Cause of my Mourning, pp.18-19.

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BY a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay, 

Be so kind, O ye nymphs, I oftimes heard her say, 

Tell Strephon I dy, if he passes this way, 

And that love is the cause of my mourning

False shepherds that tell me of beauty and charms, 

You deceive me, for Strephon’s cold heart never warms; 

Yet bring me this Strephon, let me dy in his arms, 

Oh Strephon! the cause of my mourning

But first, said she, let me go 

Down to the shades below, 

E’er ye let Strephon know 

That I have lov’d him so: 

Then on my pale cheek no Blushes will show 

That love was the cause of my mourning


Her eyes were scarce closed when Strephon came by, 

He thought she’d been sleeping and softly drew nigh; 

But finding her breathless, oh heavens! did he cry, 

Ah Chloris! the cause of my mourning

Restore me my Chloris, ye nymphs use your art, 

They sighing, reply’d, ‘twas yourself shot the dart 

That wounded the tender young shepherdess heart, 

And kill’d the poor Chloris with mourning

Ah then is Chloris dead, 

Wounded by me! he said; 

I’ll follow thee, chaste maid, 

Down to the silent shade. 

Then on her could snowy breast leaning his head, 

Expir’d the poor Strephon with mourning

Authors Unknown

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