The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer?Or what does he regard his single woes?But when, alas! he multiplies himself,To dearer serves, to the lov’d tender fair,To those whose bliss, whose beings hang upon him,To helpless children,—then, Oh then, he feelsThe point of misery festering in his heart,And weakly weeps his fortunes like a coward:Such, such am I!—undone!
1786 · Poem
The Farewell
- Year
- 1786
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Mossgiel
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns