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Behold the Hour, the Boat, Arrive

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Behold the Hour, the Boat, Arrive
Robert Burns

1793

110255Behold the Hour, the Boat, ArriveRobert Burns

Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
"E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
"Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say,
"Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!"

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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