
The speaker recalls leaving Maria's dwelling in anguish, watching a rival prevail while concealing his love. He begs Maria's forgiveness, knowing she cannot relieve his despair, and compares his unwitting attraction to a sailor overwhelmed by a torrent.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry · 242 words
The last time I came o'er the moor, / And left Maria's dwelling, / What throes, what tortures passing cure, / Were in my bosom swelling: / Condemn'd to see my rival's reign, / While I in secret languish; / To feel a fire in every vein, / Yet dare not speak my anguish.
Love's veriest wretch, despairing, I / Fain, fain, my crime would cover; / Th' unweeting groan, the bursting sigh, / Betray the guilty lover. / I know my doom must be despair, / Thou wilt nor canst relieve me; / But oh, Maria, hear my prayer, / For Pity's sake forgive me!
concealed love · romantic rivalry · despair · forgiveness
The Last Time I Came o'Er the Moor is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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