Robert Burns (Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ)

Ah, Chloris

AH, Chloris, since it may na be,
  That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
  Yet let the friend be dear.

Altho’ I love my Chloris mair
  Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will ne’er declare,
  I’ll say I wish thee well:

Tho’ a’ my daily care thou art,
  And a’ my nightly dream,
I’ll hide the struggle in my heart,
  And say it is esteem.

1. Blithe Hae I Been on Yon Hill
2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
3. The Cooper O’ Cuddle
4. Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods, on his Benefit-night, Monday, April 16. 1787
5. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her

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