1. br On a bank, beside a willow, br Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, br Sad Amynta sigh'd alone: br From the cheerless dawn of morning br Till the dews of night returning, br Singing thus she made her moan: br Hope is banish'd, br Joys are vanish'd, br Damon, my beloved, is gone! br br 2. br Time, I dare thee to discover br Such a youth and such a lover; br Oh, so true, so kind was he! br Damon was the pride of nature, br Charming in his every feature; br Damon lived alone for me; br Melting kisses, br Murmuring blisses: br Who so lived and loved as we? br br 3. br Never shall we curse the morning.