Chorus—Long, long the night, <br />Heavy comes the morrow <br />While my soul's delight <br />Is on her bed of sorrow. <br /> <br /> <br />CAN I cease to care? <br />Can I cease to languish, <br />While my darling Fair <br />Is on the couch of anguish? <br />Long, long, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Ev'ry hope is fled, <br />Ev'ry fear is terror, <br />Slumber ev'n I dread, <br />Ev'ry dream is horror. <br />Long, long, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Hear me, Powers Divine! <br />Oh, in pity, hear me! <br />Take aught else of mine, <br />But my Chloris spare me! <br />Long, long, &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-chloris-being-ill/
