A Portrait of Robert Burns Robert Burns

1795 · Poem

Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near

Air—“Let me in this ae night.”


Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near,Far, far from thee, I wander here;Far, far from thee, the fate severe,At which I most repine, Love.4

Chorus

O wert thou, Love, but near me!But near, near, near me,How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,And mingle sighs with mine, Love.8
Around me scowls a wintry sky,Blasting each bud of hope and joy;And shelter, shade, nor home have I;Save in these arms of thine, Love.12

Chorus

O wert thou, Love, but near me!But near, near, near me,How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,And mingle sighs with mine, Love.16
Cold, alter’d friendship’s cruel part,To poison Fortune’s ruthless dart—Let me not break thy faithful heart,And say that fate is mine, Love.20

Chorus

O wert thou, Love, but near me!But near, near, near me,How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,And mingle sighs with mine, Love.24
But, dreary tho’ the moments fleet,O let me think we yet shall meet;That only ray of solace sweet,Can on thy Chloris shine, Love!28

Chorus

O wert thou, Love, but near me!But near, near, near me,How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,And mingle sighs with mine, Love.32
Year
1795
Form
Poem
Location
Dumfries
Source
Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns