Poem by Anne Hunter

Song 12. Where the green ivy twining

WHERE the green ivy twining,
Binds round the burn's brow,
I heard a voice complaining
In numbers sad and low.
"Alas! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies;
And I, forlorn, shall never
Behold those speaking eyes.
" The pangs of grief beguiling,
She sooth'd our parting hour;
Amidst her tears soft smiling,
Like sunbeams thro' a shower.
"But, ah! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies,
And I, forlorn, must never
Behold those speaking eyes."

1. To a Friend on New Year’s Day
2. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow
3. Addressed to Mrs. G.
4. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
5. Song 10. O Tuneful voice, I still deplore

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