By a dismal cypress lying: A Song from the Italian

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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