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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
the last time i came o'er the moor 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! the music of thy tongue i heard, nor wist while it enslav'd me; i saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd, till fear no more had sav'd me: the unwary sailor thus, aghast, the wheeling torrent viewing, 'mid circling horrors yields at last to overwhelming ruin.M.HzGJJx.cOm