
The speaker calls Mary Morison to her window at their appointed meeting hour, longing for the smiles and glances that outweigh all wealth. He says he would gladly endure exhausting labour from sunrise to sunset if it brought him the reward of her love. At a recent dance in a lighted hall, he could notice neither music nor company because his thoughts were fixed on Mary; however fair or admired the other women were, none could compare with her. He asks whether Mary can destroy the peace of one who would willingly die for her, or break the heart whose only fault is loving her. If she cannot return his love, he begs her at least to show pity, trusting that Mary Morison cannot think unkindly of him.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry, Scottish Poetry · 270 words
Tune-"Bide ye yet."
O Mary, at thy window be, / It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! / Those smiles and glances let me see, / That make the miser's treasure poor: / How blythely was I bide the stour, / A weary slave frae sun to sun, / Could I the rich reward secure, / The lovely Mary Morison.
Yestreen, when to the trembling string / The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', / To thee my fancy took its wing, / I sat, but neither heard nor saw: / Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, / And yon the toast of a' the town, / I sigh'd, and said among them a', / "Ye are na Mary Morison."
Mary Morison is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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Scottish lyric poetry · Scots language · love poem · unrequited love · romantic longing · courtship · nighttime tryst · window serenade · idealized beloved · devotion · heartbreak · plea for pity