English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Adam Austin
313. For Lack of Gold
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And of all that’s dear bereft me, O;
She me forsook for Athole’s duke,
And to endless woe she has left me, O.
A star and garter have more art
For empty titles we must part,
And for glittering show she’s left me, O.
My injured heart again to love;
Through distant climates I must rove,
Since Jeanie she has left me, O.
Ye powers above, I to your care
Give up my faithless, lovely fair;
Your choicest blessings be her share,
Though she’s for ever left me, O!