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46 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 46. Farewell, thou stream that winding flows.
Tune: Alace yat I came owr the moor Skene MS., c. 1630. |
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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling!
0 mem'ry, spare the cruel throes' Within my bosom swelling :
Condemn'd to drag a hopeless chain
And. yet in secret languish, To feel a fire in every vein,
Nor dare disclose my anguish!
Love's veriest wretch, unseen, unknown, I fain my griefs would cover:
The bursting sigh, th' unweeting groan Betray the hapless lover.
1 know thou doom'st me to despair, Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
But, O Eliza, hear one prayer— For pity's sake forgive me! |
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