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Thou Star
(Robert Burns)
Thou ling'ring star, less'ning ray,
That to greet the early morn,
Again usher'st in the day
My from my soul was torn.
O Mary departed shade!
Where is thy place of rest ?
thou thy over lowly laid?
Hear'st thou the groans rend this breast?
That sacred can I forget?
Can I the hallow'd grove,
Where, by the Ayr, we met, '
To live one day of parting ?
Eternity efface
Those dear of transports past,
Thy at our last embrace-
Ah! little thought our last!
Ayr, gurgling, his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening
The fragrant and hawthorn hoar,
'Twin'd amorous the raptur'd scene;
The sprang wanton to be prest,
The birds sang on every spray,
Till too, too soon, the west,
the speed of winged day.
Still these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with
Time but th'impression makes,
As streams their channels wear.
O Mary! dear shade!
is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lowly laid?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend his
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