Thou Lingering Star Lyrics

Thou Lingering Star lyrics

Thou Lingering Star
                         (Robert Burns)
 Thou
ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,
    That lov'st to greet the early
morn,
 Again thou usher'st in the day
    My Mary from my soul was
torn.
 O Mary dear departed shade!
     Where is thy place of
blissful rest ?
  See'st thou thy  over lowly laid?
     Hear'st thou
the groans that rend this breast?
  That sacred hour can I forget?
   
 Can I forget the hallow'd grove,
  Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,     
  '
     To live one day of parting love ?
  Eternity cannot efface
     Those records dear of transports past,
  Thy image at our last
embrace-
      Ah! little thought we'twas our last!
   Ayr, gurgling,
kiss'd his pebbled shore,
     O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening
green;
   The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar,
      'Twin'd amorous
round the raptur'd scene;
   The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,
  
   The birds sang love on every spray,
   Till too, too soon, the glowing
west,
      Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Still o'er these
scenes my mem'ry wakes,
   And fondly broods with miser-care;
Time
but th'impression stronger makes,
  As streams their channels deeper
wear.
O Mary! dear departed shade!
   Where is thy place of blissful
rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?
   Hear'st thou the groans
that rend his breast?
tune: Capt'n Cook's Death (274)
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