Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 232. Song—The Day Returns |
| | | | | Tune—“Seventh of November.” |
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| THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, | |
| The blissful day we twa did meet: | |
| Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d, | |
| 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, than crowns and globes, | |
| Heav’n 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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