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...THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE CHRISTMAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PRESENTIMENT by AMBROSE BIERCE GOLDFISH ON THE WRITING DESK by MAX BROD IN THREE DAYS by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHILD ON THE JUDGMENT SEAT by ELIZABETH RUNDELL CHARLES |