The Tear-Drop

The Tear-Drop by Robert Burns

Forsaken and friendless, the speaker grieves ower love's sorrows and feels the sair heart will soon be at rest. The speaker wishes tae be back by a stream and castle-green, whaur a man wanders and thinks on the speaker, and wad dry the tear.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry · 164 words

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Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; / Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: / Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, / And the sweet voice o' Pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv'd; / Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv'd; / But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, / I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.

Oh, if I were-where happy I hae been- / Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green; / For there he is wand'ring and musing on me, / Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e'e.

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love · tears · laneliness · langin · comfort

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