Amidst a rosy bank of flowers,
Young Damon mourn'd his forlorn fate;
In sighs he spent his languid hours,
And breath'd his woes in lonely state.
Gay joy no more shall ease his mind,
No wanton sports can sooth his care,
Since sweet Amanda prov'd unkind,
And left him full of black despair.
His looks, that were as fresh as morn,
Can now no longer smiles impart;
His pensive soul, on sadness borne,
Is rack'd and torn by Cupid's dart.
Turn, fair Amanda! cheer your swain,
Unshroud him from his veil of woe;
Range every charm to ease the pain,
That in his tortur'd breast doth grow.
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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