Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive

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Title:     Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive
Author: Robert Burns [More Titles by Burns]

Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive

Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
"E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
"Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say,
"Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!"

-THE END-
Robert Burns' poem: Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive

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