FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near, <br />Far, far from thee, I wander here; <br />Far, far from thee, the fate severe, <br />At which I most repine, Love. <br /> <br /> <br />Chorus.—O wert thou, Love, but near me! <br />But near, near, near me, <br />How kindly thou wouldst cheer me, <br />And mingle sighs with mine, Love. <br /> <br /> <br />Around me scowls a wintry sky, <br />Blasting each bud of hope and joy; <br />And shelter, shade, nor home have I; <br />Save in these arms of thine, Love. <br />O wert thou, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part, <br />To poison Fortune's ruthless dart— <br />Let me not break thy faithful heart, <br />And say that fate is mine, Love. <br />O wert thou, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />But, dreary tho' the moments fleet, <br />O let me think we yet shall meet; <br />That only ray of solace sweet, <br />Can on thy Chloris shine, Love! <br />O wert thou, &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forlorn-my-love-no-comfort-here/
