O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythely wad I bide the stour A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison! Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye arena Mary Morison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee? If love for love thou wiltna gie, At least be pity to me shown; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BEGGAR'S OPERA: SONG. AIR 16: OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY by JOHN GAY THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |