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."
Amarillis tear thy hair was written by William Lawes & Anonymous.