The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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BEHOLD THE HOUR |
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BEHOLD THE HOUR
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Behold the hour, the boat arrive!Thou goest, the darling of my heart!
Sever'd from thee, can I survive?
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
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Yon distant isle will often hail:—
‘E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.’
II
Along the solitary shore,While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:—
‘Happy, thou Indian grove,’ I'll say,
‘Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O, tell me, does she muse on me?’
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