I hadna been a wife a week but only four,

When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door,

I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it heTill he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.

O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away :
I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee;
And why was I born to say, Wae's me!

gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ;
I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin;
But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be,
For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.

CCLV.

Lady Anne Barnard.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

ADIEU LOVE, UNTRUE LOVE.

WHILE that the sun with his beams hot

Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,
Philon the shepherd, late forgot,

Sitting beside a crystal fountain,

In shadow of a green oak tree

Upon his pipe this song played he:
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight,

I was your heart, your soul, and treasure;
And evermore you sobbed and sighed,
Burning in flames beyond all measure:
--Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three!

Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Another shepherd you did see

To whom your heart was soon enchained;
Full soon your love was leapt from me,
Full soon my place he had obtained.
Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out and he was in.
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Sure you have made me passing glad
That you your mind so soon removed,
Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best beloved:
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :-
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Anonymous.

CCLVI.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

SEALED IN VAIN.

TAKE, O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,

Bring again,

Seals of love, but sealed in vain,

Sealed in vain.

Hide, O hide those hills of snow

That thy frozen bosom bears,

On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears:
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in these icy chains by thee.

William Shakespeare.

CCLVII.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

ALAS, FOR EVER!

AE fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of Hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her,-
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met- or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest !
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Robert Burns.

CCLVIII.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

SO FAIR AND SO DECEIVING.

MARY, I believed thee true,

And I was blest in thus believing;
But now I mourn that e'er I knew
A girl so fair and so deceiving!

Few have ever loved like me,-

Oh! I have loved thee too sincerely! And few have e'er deceived like thee,Alas! deceived me too severely!

Fare thee well! yet think awhile

On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;

Who now would rather trust that smile,

And die with thee than live without thee!

Fare thee well! I'll think of thee;

Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;

For see, distracting woman! see,
My peace is gone, my heart is broken!--
Fare thee well!

Thomas Moore.

CCLIX.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

PARTING.

WITHDRAW not yet those lips and fingers,
Whose touch to mine is rapture's spell;
Life's joy for us a moment lingers,

And death seems in the word-farewell.
The hour that bids us part and go,
It sounds not yet-oh! no, no, no!

Time, whilst I gaze upon thy sweetness,
Flies like a courser to its goal;
To-morrow where shali be his fleetness,
When thou art parted from my soul?
Our hearts shall beat, our tears shall flow,
But not together, -no, no, no!

Thomas Campbell.

CCLX.

LOVE'S FAREWELL.

LOOSE HANDS, AND PART.

To part in midmost summer of our love,

When first the flower-scents and the linnets' tune
Have fallen into harmonies of June

About our lives new-linked, and all above

The flower-blue heaven has for bliss a swoon,Were this not sad? Yet love must live by pain, If one would win its fragrance to maintain.

Were it not sadder, in the years to come,

To feel the hand-clasp slacken for long use,
The untuned heart-strings for long stress refuse
To yield old harmonies, the songs grow dumb
For weariness, and all the old spells lose
The first enchantment? Yet this thing must be.
Love is but mortal, save in memory.

So rare a flower it is, its bloom to keep

In the raw cold of our unlovely clime,

Too frail to thrive in this our weary time.

I would not have thy kisses, sweet, grow cheap,
Nor thy dear looks round out an idle rhyme,-
And so I hold that we loose hands and part;
Dear, with my hand you do not loose my heart.