By a dismal cypress lying,
 Damon cried, all pale and dying,
 Kind is death that ends my pain,
 But cruel she I lov'd in vain.
 The mossy fountains
 Murmur my trouble,
 And hollow mountains
 My groans redouble:
 Ev'ry nymph mourns me,
 Thus while I languish;
 She only scorns me,
 Who caus'd my anguish.
 No love returning me, but all hope denying;
 By a dismal cypress lying,
 Like a swan, so sung he dying:
 Kind is death that ends my pain,
 But cruel she I lov'd in vain.