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Thou Lingering
(Robert Burns)
Thou ling'ring star, with ray,
That lov'st to the early morn,
Again 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 lowly
Hear'st thou the groans that this breast?
That sacred can I forget?
Can I forget the grove,
Where, by the Ayr, we met, '
To live one day of love ?
Eternity cannot
records dear of transports past,
Thy image at our embrace-
Ah! little thought our last!
Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his shore,
O'erhung with wild-woods, green;
The fragrant birch and hoar,
'Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd
The flowers wanton to be prest,
The birds love 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 stronger makes,
As streams their deeper wear.
O Mary! departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful
See'st thou thy lover lowly
Hear'st thou the groans that his breast?
tune: Cook's Death (274)
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