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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• Robert Burns: I Hae Been At Crookieden: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Ye Jacobites By Name: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Frae The Friends And Land I Love: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To The Shade Of Thomson: On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Sweet Afton : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Bonie Bell: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Thou Fair Eliza: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O For Ane An’ Twenty, Tam : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Tocher’s The Jewel: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Altho’ He Has Left Me: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Eppie Macnab: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Damon And Sylvia: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Lovely Polly Stewart: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig: by Robert Burns

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