Analysis of By a dismal cypress lying: A Song from the Italian

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.