The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Clarinda

by Robert Burns

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CLARINDA.

Clarinda, mistress of my soul,The measur'd time is run!The wretch beneath the dreary poleSo marks his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen nightShall poor Sylvander hie;Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,The sun of all his joy?

We part - but by these precious dropsThat fill thy lovely eyes!No other light shall guide my stepsTill thy bright beams arise.

She, the fair sun of all her sex,Has blest my glorious day;And shall a glimmering planet fixMy worship to its ray?