The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE DAY RETURNS |
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THE DAY RETURNS
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The day returns, my bosom burns,The blissful day we twa did meet!
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
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And crosses o'er the sultry line,
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more—it made thee mine!
II
While day and night can bring delight,Or Nature aught of pleasure give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of Life below
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart!
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