Jonathan Battishill - Consigned to dust - текст песни (слова)

Consigned to dust beneath this stone
 In manhood's prime is Damon laid;
 Joyless he lived, but died unknown,
 In bleak misfortune's barren shade.
 Loved by the muse, but loved in vain,
 'Twas beauty drew his ruin on;
 He saw young Daphne on the plain;
 He loved, believed and was undone.
 Beneath this stone the youth is laid,
 O greet his ashes with a tear;
 May heav'n with blessings crown his shade
 And grant that peace he wanted here.