TO MARY.
Tune—“Could aught of song.”
[These verses, inspired partly by Hamilton’s very tender and elegant song,
“Ah! the poor shepherd’s mournful fate,”
and some unrecorded “Mary” of the poet’s heart, is in the latter volumes of Johnson. “It is inserted in Johnson’s Museum,” says Sir Harris Nicolas, “with the name of Burns attached.” He might have added that it was sent by Burns, written with his own hand.]
I.
Could aught of song declare my pains,
Could artful numbers move thee,
The muse should tell, in labour’d strains,
O Mary, how I love thee!
They who but feign a wounded heart
May teach the lyre to languish;
But what avails the pride of art,
When wastes the soul with anguish?
II.
Then let the sudden bursting sigh
The heart-felt pang discover;
And in the keen, yet tender eye,
O read th’ imploring lover.
For well I know thy gentle mind
Disdains art’s gay disguising;
Beyond what Fancy e’er refin’d,
The voice of nature prizing.