TESTO DEL LIED

"Amarillis tear thy hair"
di anonimo

Amarillis tear thy hair,
Beat thy breast, sigh, weep, despair,
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.