FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, <br />And from my native shore; <br />The cruel fates between us throw <br />A boundless ocean's roar: <br />But boundless oceans, roaring wide, <br />Between my love and me, <br />They never, never can divide <br />My heart and soul from thee. <br /> <br /> <br />Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, <br />The maid that I adore! <br />A boding voice is in mine ear, <br />We part to meet no more! <br />But the latest throb that leaves my heart, <br />While Death stands victor by,— <br />That throb, Eliza, is thy part, <br />And thine that latest sigh!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-eliza/
