CCL.
ON CHLORIS BEING ILL.
Tune—“Ay wakin’, O.”
[An old and once popular lyric suggested this brief and happy song for Thomson: some of the verses deserve to be held in remembrance.
Ay waking, oh,
Waking ay and weary;
Sleep I canna get
For thinking o’ my dearie.]
I.
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?
II.
Every hope is fled,
Every fear is terror;
Slumber even I dread,
Every dream is horror.