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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

II. Parting and Absence

Robin Adair

Lady Caroline Keppel (c. 1734–1769)

WHAT ’S this dull town to me?

Robin ’s not near,—

He whom I wished to see,

Wished for to hear;

Where ’s all the joy and mirth

Made life a heaven on earth,

O, they ’re all fled with thee,

Robin Adair!

What made the assembly shine?

Robin Adair:

What made the ball so fine?

Robin was there:

What, when the play was o’er,

What made my heart so sore?

O, it was parting with

Robin Adair!

But now thou art far from me,

Robin Adair;

But now I never see

Robin Adair;

Yet him I loved so well

Still in my heart shall dwell;

O, I can ne’er forget

Robin Adair!

Welcome on shore again,

Robin Adair!

Welcome once more again,

Robin Adair!

I feel thy trembling hand;

Tears in thy eyelids stand,

To greet thy native land,

Robin Adair!

Long I ne’er saw thee, love,

Robin Adair;

Still I prayed for thee, love,

Robin Adair;

When thou wert far at sea,

Many made love to me,

But still I thought on thee,

Robin Adair.

Come to my heart again,

Robin Adair;

Never to part again,

Robin Adair;

And if thou still art true,

I will be constant too,

And will wed none but you,

Robin Adair!