Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | | “The day returns, my bosom burns” | | Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | THE DAY returns, my bosom burns; | |
| The blissful day we twa did meet; | |
| Though winter wild in tempest toiled, | |
| Ne’er summer sun was half sae sweet. | |
| Than a’ the pride that loads the tide, | 5 |
| And crosses o’er the sultry line,— | |
| Than kingly robes, and crowns and globes, | |
| Heaven gave me more; it made thee mine. | |
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| While day and night can bring delight, | |
| Or nature aught of pleasure give,— | 10 |
| While joys above my mind can move, | |
| For thee and thee alone I live; | |
| When that grim foe of life below | |
| Comes in between to make us part, | |
| The iron hand that breaks our band, | 15 |
| It breaks my bliss,—it breaks my heart. | | | | |
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