A Song From The Italian Poem By John Dryden

A Song From The Italian

John Dryden 1631-1700

By a dismal cypress lying,
Dam0n cried, all pale and dying,
Kind is death that ends my pain,
But cruel she I l0v’d in vain.
The m0ssy f0untains
Murmur my tr0uble,
And h0ll0w m0untains
My gr0ans red0uble:
Ev’ry nymph m0urns me,
Thus while I languish;
She 0nly sc0rns me,
Wh0 caus’d my anguish.
N0 l0ve returning me, but all h0pe denying;
By a dismal cypress lying,
Like a swan, s0 sung he dying:
Kind is death that ends my pain,
But cruel she I l0v’d in vain.