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Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Let me in this ae night." I.         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 II.         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. III.         Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,         To poison Fortune's ruthless dart,         Let me not break thy faithful heart,             And say that fate is mine, love. IV.         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.                 O wert thou, love, but near me;                 But near, near, near me;                 How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,                     And mingle sighs with mine, love.

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Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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