Here you will find the Poem A Song. Go Tell Amynta, Gentle Swain of poet John Henry Dryden
1. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain. Thy tuneful voice with numbers join, Thy voice will more prevail than mine; For souls opprest and dumb with grief, The gods ordain'd this kind relief. That music should in sounds convey What dying lovers dare not say. 2. A sigh or tear perhaps she'll give, But love on pity cannot live: Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid, Tell her my pains so fast increase That soon it will be past redress; For the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.