Wednesday, 10 October 2018

The day returns, my bosom burns - Robert Burns

The day returns, my bosom burns,
    The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
    Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
    And crosses o'er the sultry line;
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
    Heav'n gave me more—it made thee mine!

While day and night can bring delight,
    Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move,
    For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
    Comes in between, to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
    It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart!

Robert Burns (1759 – 1796) Scotland
Source: Burns Country

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