Poems (Davidson)/The Coquette
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THE COQUETTE.
I hae nae sleep, I hae nae rest,
My Ellen's lost for aye,
My heart is sair and much distressed,
I surely soon must die.
My Ellen's lost for aye,
My heart is sair and much distressed,
I surely soon must die.
I canna think o' wark at a',
My eyes still wander far,
I see her neck like driven snaw,
I see her flaxen hair.
My eyes still wander far,
I see her neck like driven snaw,
I see her flaxen hair.
Sair, sair, I begged; she would na' hear,
She proudly turned awa',
Unmoved she saw the trickling tear,
Which, spite o' me, would fa',
She proudly turned awa',
Unmoved she saw the trickling tear,
Which, spite o' me, would fa',
She acted weel a conqueror's part,
She triumphed in my woe,
She gracefu' waved me to depart,
I tried, but could na' go.
She triumphed in my woe,
She gracefu' waved me to depart,
I tried, but could na' go.
"Ah why," (distractedly I cried,)
"Why yield me to despair?
Bid lingering Hope resume her sway,
To ease my heart sae sair."
"Why yield me to despair?
Bid lingering Hope resume her sway,
To ease my heart sae sair."
"Adieu!" I proudly cried.
I fled! nor Ellen hae I seen,
Sin' that too fatal day:
My "bosom's laird" sits heavy here,
And Hope's fled far away.
Sin' that too fatal day:
My "bosom's laird" sits heavy here,
And Hope's fled far away.
Care, darkly brooding, bodes a storm,
I'm Sorrow's child indeed;
She stamps her image on my form,
I wear the mourning weed!
I'm Sorrow's child indeed;
She stamps her image on my form,
I wear the mourning weed!