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ON a bank beside a willow,
Heaven her covering, 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 moan,
Hope is banish’d,
Joys are vanish’d,
Damon my belov’d is gone.
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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 liv’d alone for me:
Melting kisses,
Murm’ring blisses,
Who so liv’d and lov’d as we?
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Never shall we curse the morning,
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:
To befriend me,
Death, come, end me,
Love and Damon are no more.
