O Donald! Yesterday, to Wemyss Bay going,
I passed that very spot;
I saw thee browse, whilst our swift tears were flowing—
(I have not yet forgot).
He sailed across the sea; but came not hither
For me, his bride, again;
And Hope and Joy fled far—I know not whither,
But left me Love and Pain.
My lonely days are dull and cold and common,
And thine mayhap are done;