BY a dismal Cypress lying, @3Damon@1 cry'd, all pale and dying, Kind is Death that ends my pain, But cruel She I lov'd in vain. The Mossy Fountains Murmure my trouble, And hollow Mountains My groans redouble: Every Nymph mourns me, Thus while I languish; She only scorns me, Who caus'd my anguish. No Love returning me, all my hope denying; By a dismal Cypress lying, Like a @3Swan@1, so sung he dying: Kind is Death that ends my pain, But cruel She I lov'd in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SONG OF WILLI by MATHILDE BLIND ULYSSES BUILDS HIS BED by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE TO THE RAINBOW by THOMAS CAMPBELL |