Memory

I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

On many an hour like this we met,

And as my lips did fondly greet her,

I blessed her as love’s amulet:

Earth hath no treasure, dearer, sweeter.

The stars that look upon the hill,

And beckon from their homes at night,

Are soft and beautiful, yet still

Not equal to her eyes of light.

They have the liquid glow of earth,

The sweetness of a summer even,

As if some Angel at their birth

Had dipped them in the hues of Heaven.

They may not seem to others sweet,

Nor radiant with the beams above,

When first their soft, sad glances meet

The eyes of those not born for love;

Yet when on me their tender beams

Are turned, beneath love’s wide control,

Each soft, sad orb of beauty seems

To look through mine into my soul.

I see her now that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

Too late we met, the burning brain,

The aching heart alone can tell,

How filled our souls of death and pain

When came the last, sad word, Farewell!

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• Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan: In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Inventory: In answer to a mandate by the Surveyor of the Taxes by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Here’s His Health In Water : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Rantin’ Dog, The Daddie O’t: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Vision: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To James Smith: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Ordination : For sense they little owe to frugal Heav’n- To please the mob, they hide the little giv’n. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Author’s Earnest Cry And Prayer: To the Right Honourable and Honourable Scotch Representatives in the House of Commons. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Twa Dogs: A Tale by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare, Maggie: On giving her the accustomed ripp of corn to hansel in the New Year. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Scotch Drink : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To The Deil: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Merry Hae I Been Teethin A Heckle: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: For A’ That: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Adam Armour’s Prayer: by Robert Burns

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