Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
425 . SongHad I a cave
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Where the winds howl to the wave’s dashing roar:
There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne’er to wake more! All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air! To thy new lover hie, Laugh o’er thy perjury; Then in thy bosom try What peace is there!