The poem
(LIMBERHAM: OR, THE KIND KEEPER)
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.