O sad and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My native land sae far awa. Thou that of a' things Maker art, That formed this Fair sae far awa, Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start At this my way sae far awa. How true is love to pure desert! Like mine for her sae far awa; And nocht can heal my bosom's smart, While, oh, she is sae far awa! Nane other love, nane other dart, I feel but her's sae far awa; But fairer never touch'd a heart Than her's, the Fair, sae far awa. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST |