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Poem by Robert Burns


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FORLORN, my love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe
  At which I most repine, love.

  O wert thou, love, but near me,
  But near, near, near me;
  How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
    And mingle sighs with mine, love!

Around me scowls a wintry sky,
That blasts each bud of hope and joy;
And shelter, shade, nor home have I,
  Save in those arms of thine, love.

Cold alterd friendships cruel part,
To poison fortunes ruthlees dart-
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
  And say that fate is mine, love.

But dreary tho the moments fleet,
O let me think we yet shall meet!
That only ray of solace sweet
  Can on thy Chloris shine, love.



                      Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. O, Wat Ye Whas In Yon Town?
  2. The Lass O ballochmyle
  3. When First I Came to Stewart Kyle
  4. Sae Fair Her Hair
  5. Weary Fa You, Duncan Gray


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