Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG, by JOHN DRYDEN

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First Line: Go, tell amynta, gentle swain
Last Line: Attends but death to close his eyes.
Subject(s): Death; Love; Soul; Voices; Dead, The


Go tell Amynta, gentle Swain,
I wou'd not die, nor dare complain,
Thy tuneful Voice with numbers joyn,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To Souls oppress'd, and dumb with grief,
The Gods ordain this kind releif;
That Musick shou'd in sounds convey
What dying Lovers dare not say.


A Sigh or Tear perhaps she'll give,
But love on pitty cannot live.
Tell her that Hearts for Hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.
Tell her my pains so fast encrease,
That soon they will be past redress;
But ah! the Wretch, that speechless lyes,
Attends but Death to close his Eyes.

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