Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 432. Song—Behold the hour, etc. (Second Version) |
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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. | |
| I’ll often greet the surging swell, | 5 |
| Yon distant Isle will often hail: | |
| “E’en here I took the last farewell; | |
| There, latest mark’d her vanish’d sail.” | |
| Along the solitary shore, | |
| While flitting sea-fowl round me cry, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| O tell me, does she muse on me!” | |
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