 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
[From Act III. Scene III.]
No sweet refuge can I find,
Since my lover proves unkind;
Can you then behold my pain,
And such cruel thoughts maintain?
Since my lover proves unkind;
Can you then behold my pain,
And such cruel thoughts maintain?
Fortune, frowning with disdain,
Hears my vow and sighs in vain:
My lover's gone, I will not rest,
A thousand fears distract my breast.
Hears my vow and sighs in vain:
My lover's gone, I will not rest,
A thousand fears distract my breast.
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