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Thou Lingering
(Robert Burns)
Thou ling'ring star, less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the morn,
thou usher'st in the day
My Mary my soul was torn.
O Mary dear shade!
Where is thy place of blissful ?
See'st thou thy over laid?
thou the groans that rend this breast?
That hour can I forget?
Can I the hallow'd grove,
Where, by the Ayr, we met, '
To live one day of love ?
Eternity cannot
Those records of transports past,
Thy at our last embrace-
Ah! little we'twas our last!
Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his shore,
with wild-woods, thickening green;
The fragrant and hawthorn hoar,
amorous round the raptur'd scene;
The flowers sprang to be prest,
The birds sang love on spray,
Till too, too soon, the west,
Proclaim'd the speed of day.
Still these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with
Time but th'impression makes,
As streams their deeper wear.
O Mary! dear shade!
is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lowly laid?
Hear'st the groans that rend his breast?
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