Amor Sepulchralis. Nahum Tate Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Tate, Nahum, c. 1652-1715. Poems by N. Tate. London Printed by T.M. for Benj. Tooke ... 1677 pp. 108-109. [15],133p.

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Amor Sepulchralis . IN a Large stately Cave ( of old the Court Of Rurall Gods as neighbring Swains report ) Interr'd the dear Remains of Damon lay , Converted now to their Originall clay . Each wishing Nymph the living Swain approv'd , The Shepherd fair Emmoria only Lov'd . Their mutuall Passion's Kindling Flame was more Then ere Inspir'd Consenting Hearts before ; But was with time Improv'd to that Degree , That now 'twas Love no more , but Extasie . Their linkt Affections Fate cou'd not divorce , Nor Rig'rous Death restrain their Entercourse : The Nymph to living Swains did still preferr Her Damon's Dust , and ev'n that Dust Lov'd Her. At Damon's Tomb the Chast Emmoria kept Perpetual Watch , and ore his Ashes wept ; ( Fitt emblem of her grief ) a sprigg of Yew She planted there , the Branch took Root and grew . This Cave to the Suns Rays Access deny'd , No Rain or Dew the thirsting Plant Supply'd , Yet still it sprang , by Love's Miracu'lous Pow'r , For th' Ashes still Glow'd with their Old Amour Emmoria's Eyes wept a nere-Ceasing Shower ; This Heat and Moysture kept the Plant Alive , And Tempring still each other , made it Thrive .