We severed in Autumn early,

Ere the earth was torn by the plough;

The wheat and the oats and the barley

Are ripe for the harvest now.

We sunder’d one misty morning

Ere the hills were dimm’d by the rain;

Through the flowers those hills adorning —

Thou comest not back again.

My heart is heavy and weary

With the weight of a weary soul;

The mid-day glare grows dreary,

And dreary the midnight scroll.

The corn-stalks sigh for the sickle,

‘Neath the load of their golden grain;

I sigh for a mate more fickle —

Thou comest not back again.

The warm sun riseth and setteth,

The night bringeth moistening dew,

But the soul that longeth forgetteth

The warmth and the moisture too.

In the hot sun rising and setting

There is naught save feverish pain;

There are tears in the night-dews wetting —

Thou comest not back again.

Thy voice in my ear still mingles

With the voices of whisp’ring trees,

Thy kiss on my cheek still tingles

At each kiss of the summer breeze.

While dreams of the past are thronging

For substance of shades in vain,

I am waiting, watching and longing —

Thou comest not back again.

Waiting and watching ever,

Longing and lingering yet;

Leaves rustle and corn-stalks quiver,

Winds murmur and waters fret.

No answer they bring, no greeting,

No speech, save that sad refrain,

Nor voice, save an echo repeating —

He cometh not back again.

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Poems in English 

• Robert Burns: The Young Highland Rover: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Peggy’s Charms: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Braving Angry Winter’s Storms: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Banks Of The Devon: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruikshank: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Blythe Was She: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit : A wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Bonie Lass Of Albany: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Lady Onlie, Honest Lucky: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Castle Gordon: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Strathallan’s Lament: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch-Ness.: Written with a Pencil on the Spot. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water: To the noble Duke of Athole. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Birks Of Aberfeldy: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Verses Written With A Pencil Over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Libeller’s Self-Reproof: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Poet’s Reply To The Threat Of A Censorious Critic: My imprudent lines were answered, very petulantly, by somebody, I believe, a Rev. Mr. Hamilton. In a MS., where I met the answer, I wrote below:- by Robert Burns

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