SINCE, Moggy, I mun bid adieu, How can I help despairing? Let cruel fate us still pursue, There's nought more worth my caring. 'Twas she alone could calm my soul, When racking thoughts did grieve me; Her eyes my trouble could control, And into joys deceive me. Farewell, ye brooks; no more along Your banks mun I be walking; No more you'll hear my pipe or song, Or pretty Moggy's talking. But I by death an end will give To grief, since we mun sever; For who can after parting live, Ought to be wretched ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |