The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL |
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CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL
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Clarinda, mistress of my soul,The measur'd time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.
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To what dark cave of frozen nightShall poor Sylvander hie,
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
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We part—but, by these precious dropsThat fill thy lovely eyes,
No other light shall guide my steps
Till thy bright beams arise!
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She, the fair sun of all her sex,Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray?
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