O think nae mair o' me, sweet May! O think nae mair o' me! I'm but a wearied ghaist, sweet May, That hath a wierd to dree ; That langs to leave a world, sweet May, O' eerie dull and pain, And pines to gang the gate, sweet May,! Although the form is here, sweet May, The spirit is na sae ; It wanders to anither land ''" A far and lonely way. My bower is near a ruined kirk, Hard by a grass-green grave, "Where, fed wi' tears, the gilliflowers Above a true heart wave! Then think nae mair o' me, sweet May, If I had luve to gie, It suld na need a glance but ane To bind me, dear, to thee. But blossoms twa o' life's best flower This heart it canna bear ''" It cast its leaves on Mary's grave, And it can bloom nae mair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 6. ALLAH-AS-SALAM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE FALCON by GRACE UPDEGRAFF BERGEN LOVE POEMS: 6 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |