Poem by Robert Burns

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MUSING on the roaring ocean
  Which divides my love and me;
Wearying Heaven in warm devotion,
  For his weal where’er he be;

Hope and fear’s alternate billow
  Yielding late to nature’s law;
Whispering spirits round my pillow
  Talk of him that’s far awa.

Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
  Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
  Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night, do thou befriend me;
  Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
  Talk of him that’s far awa!

1. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
4. Eppie M’Nab
5. Why, Why Tell Thy Lover?

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