Get Your Premium Membership

361. Song—Behold the Hour the Boat arrive

 BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!
 My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!
Severed frae thee, can I survive,
 Frae thee whom I hae lov’d sae weel?


Endless and deep shall be my grief;
 Nae ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
 That thou wilt still remember me!


Alang the solitary shore
 Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
 I’ll westward turn my wishful eye.
“Happy thou Indian grove,” I’ll say, “Where now my Nancy’s path shall be! While thro’ your sweets she holds her way, O tell me, does she muse on me?”

Poem by Robert Burns
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - 361. Song—Behold the Hour the Boat arriveEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...



More Poems by Robert Burns

Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on 361. Song—Behold the Hour the Boat arrive

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem 361. Song—Behold the Hour the Boat arrive here.