English poem
The Epitaph
by Anonymous
Consign'd to dust, beneath this stone, In manhood's prime is Damon laid; Joyless he liv'd, and dy'd unknown In bleak misfortune's barren shade.
Lov'd by the Muse, but lov'd in vain— 'Twas beauty drew his ruin on; He saw young Daphne on the plain; He lov'd, believ'd, and was undone.
His heart then sunk beneath the storm, (Sad meed of unexampled truth) And sorrow, like an cnvious worm, Devour'd the blossom of his youth.
Beneath this stone the youth is laid— O greet his ashes with a tear! May Heaven with blessings crown his shade, And grant that peace he wanted here!