What questions are asked, and who answers them?

Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas?

Had ye bin there'—for what could that have done?

What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself, for her enchanting son,
Whom universal nature did lament,
When by the rout that made the hideous roar
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?

And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?

Were it not better done, as others use,
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair?

Who would not sing for Lycidas?

The poet, speaker, answers his own questions.