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Poem by Robert Burns

To The Woodlark

O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray;
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
  Thy soothing fond complaining.

Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art;
For surely that wad touch her heart,
  Wha kills me wi disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
Oh, nocht but love and sorrow joind
  Sic notes o wae could wauken.

Thou tells o never-ending care,
O speechless grief, and dark despair;
For pitys sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
  Or my poor heart is broken!

                      Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
  2. The Heather Was Blooming
  3. Ye Sons of Old Killie
  4. Im Owre Young To Marry Yet
  5. Amang The Trees

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