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English Poets of the Eighteenth Century · Chapter 62Anonymous
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Absence
When I think on the happy days I spent wi' you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie!
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It was na sae ye glinted by When I was wi' my dearie.