On Chloris being ill


Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care, Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish. Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Ev'ry hope is fled; Ev'ry fear is terror; Slumber even I dread, Ev'ry dream is horror. Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Hear me, Powers Divine! Oh, in pity, hear me! Take aught else of mine, But my Chloris spare me! Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow.

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John Ramage

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1795 and is read here by John Ramage.

Themes for this song

anguish love future health

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