The Book of Scottish Song/O hast thou forgotten
O hast thou forgotten.
[James Home.—Here first printed.]
O hast thou forgotten the birk tree's shade,
And this warm true heart of mine, Mary?
O hast thou forgotten the promise made
When so fondly 'twas press'd to thine, Mary?
O hast thou forgotten—what I ne'er can forget—
The hours we have spent together?—
Those hours which, like stars, in my memory yet
Shine on as brightly as ever?
O hast thou forgotten that moment of bless—
So fraught with the heart's full feeling—
As we clung to each other i' the last embrace,
The soul of love revealing?
O hast thou forgotten that sacred spot,
Where the farewell word was spoken?
Is the sigh and the tear and all forgot,—
Is the vow and the promise broken?
Then, for ever farewell, thou false fair one!
Though other arms caress thee,—
Though a fairer youth thy heart should gain,
And a smoother tongue should bless thee;—
Yet never again on thy warm, young cheek
Will breathe a soul more warm than mine;
And never again will a lover speak
Of love more pure to thine!