THE LAST time I came o’er the moor,
And left Maria’s dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
Were in my bosom swelling:
Condemn’d to see my rival’s reign,
While I in secret languish;
To feel a fire in every vein,
Yet dare not speak my anguish.
Love’s veriest wretch, despairing, I
Fain, fain, my crime would cover;
Th’ unweeting groan, the bursting sigh,
Betray the guilty lover.
I know my doom must be despair,
Thou wilt nor canst relieve me;
But oh, Maria, hear my prayer,
For Pity’s sake forgive me!
The music of thy tongue I heard,
Nor wist while it enslav’d me;
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear’d,
Till fear no more had sav’d me:
The unwary sailor thus, aghast,
The wheeling torrent viewing,
‘Mid circling horrors yields at last
To overwhelming ruin.
(Robert Burns)
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