What ails this heart o' mine? What ails this watery ee? What gars me a' turn pale as death When I take leave o' thee? When thou art far awa', Thou'lt dearer grow to me; But change o' place and change o' folk May gar thy fancy jee. When I gae out at e'en, Or walk at morning air, Ilk rustling bush will seem to say I used to meet thee there: Then I'll sit down and cry, And live aneath the tree, And when a leaf fa's i' my lap, I'll ca't a word frae thee. I'll hie me to the bower That thou wi' roses tied, And where wi' mony a blushing bud I strove myself to hide. I'll doat on ilka spot Where I ha'e been wi' thee; And ca' to mind some kindly word By ilka burn and tree. Wi' sic thoughts in my mind, Time through the world may gae, And find my heart in twenty years The same as 'tis to-day. 'Tis thoughts that bind the soul, And keep friends i' the ee, And gin I think I see thee aye, What can part thee and me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |