Verse > Anthologies > Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. > Poems of Places > Scotland
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII.  1876–79.
Ayr, the River
Farewell to the Banks of Ayr
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
THE GLOOMY night is gathering fast,
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
You murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving o’er the plain.
The hunter now has left the moor,        5
The scattered coveys meet secure;
While here I wander, pressed with care,
Along the lonely banks of Ayr.
The Autumn mourns her ripening corn,
By early Winter’s ravage torn;        10
Across her placid, azure sky,
She sees the scowling tempest fly;
Chill runs my blood to hear it rave,—
I think upon the stormy wave,
Where many a danger I must dare,        15
Far from the bonny banks of Ayr.
’T is not the surging billow’s roar,
’T is not that fatal deadly shore;
Though death in every shape appear,
The wretched have no more to fear!        20
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierced with many a wound;
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonny banks of Ayr.
Farewell old Coila’s hills and dales,        25
Her heathy moors and winding vales;
The scenes where wretched fancy roves,
Pursuing past, unhappy loves!
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!
My peace with these, my love with those:        30
The bursting tears my heart declare;
Farewell the bonny banks of Ayr!

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