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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
415. Song—The last time I cam o’er the Moor
THE LAST time I came o’er the moor,
  And left Maria’s dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
  Were in my bosom swelling:
Condemn’d to see my rival’s reign,        5
  While I in secret languish;
To feel a fire in every vein,
  Yet dare not speak my anguish.
Love’s veriest wretch, despairing, I
  Fain, fain, my crime would cover;        10
Th’ unweeting groan, the bursting sigh,
  Betray the guilty lover.
I know my doom must be despair,
  Thou wilt nor canst relieve me;
But oh, Maria, hear my prayer,        15
  For Pity’s sake forgive me!
The music of thy tongue I heard,
  Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear’d,
  Till fear no more had sav’d me:        20
The unwary sailor thus, aghast,
  The wheeling torrent viewing,
’Mid circling horrors yields at last
  To overwhelming ruin.


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