1 ON a Bank, beside a Willow, Heav'n her Cov'ring, Earth her Pillow, Sad @3Amynta@1 sigh'd alone; From the chearless dawn of Morning Till the Dews of Night returning, Singing thus she made her mone: Hope is banish'd, Joys are vanish'd, @3Damon,@1 my belov'd, is gone! 2 Time, I dare thee to discover Such a Youth, and such a Lover; Oh, so true, so kind was he! @3Damon@1 was the pride of Nature, Charming in his every Feature; @3Damon@1 liv'd alone for me: Melting Kisses, Murmuring Blisses; Who so liv'd and lov'd as we! 3 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. Death come end me To befriend me; Love and @3Damon@1 are no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO THE UNKNOWN QUANTITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MOTHER -- 1927 MODEL by BERTON BRALEY AFTER THE GALE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |