Amarillis tear thy hair, Beat thy breast, sigh, weep, despair. Cry, cry "Ay me, is Daphnis dead?" I see a paleness on his brow And his cheeks are drowned in snow. Whither are those roses fled? "O my heart, how cold he's grown; Sure his lips are turned to stone. Thus then I offer up my blood, And bathe my body in his shroud. Since living accents cannot move, Know Amarillis died for love."
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by William Lawes (1602 - 1645), "Amarillis tear thy hair", from the collection Songs from the Autograph Songbook, no. 45. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: John Versmoren
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