Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 533. Song—Forlorn, my love, no comfort here |
| | | | | Air—“Let me in this ae night.” |
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| FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near, | |
| Far, far from thee, I wander here; | |
| Far, far from thee, the fate severe, | |
| At which I most repine, Love. | |
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| Chorus.—O wert thou, Love, but near me! | 5 |
| But near, near, near me, | |
| How kindly thou wouldst cheer me, | |
| And mingle sighs with mine, Love. | |
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| Around me scowls a wintry sky, | |
| Blasting each bud of hope and joy; | 10 |
| And shelter, shade, nor home have I; | |
| Save in these arms of thine, Love. | |
| O wert thou, &c. | |
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| Cold, alter’d friendship’s cruel part, | |
| To poison Fortune’s ruthless dart— | 15 |
| Let me not break thy faithful heart, | |
| And say that fate is mine, Love. | |
| O wert thou, &c. | |
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| But, dreary tho’ the moments fleet, | |
| O let me think we yet shall meet; | 20 |
| That only ray of solace sweet, | |
| Can on thy Chloris shine, Love! | |
| O wert thou, &c. | |
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