AGAIN
MAUN
ABSENCE
CHILL
MY
SOUL
.
Air
—
Jockey's
Grey
Breeks
.
AGAIN
maun
absence
chill
my
soul
,
And
bar
me
frae
the
friend
sae
dear
?
Maun
sad
despair
her
torrents
roll
,
And
frae
my
eyelids
force
the
tear
?
Maun
restless
sorrow
wander
far
,
Now
seek
the
sun
,
and
now
the
shade
Now
by
the
lamp
of
yon
pale
star
Dart
quick
into
the
thickest
glade
?
When
morning
sleeping
nature
wakes
,
And
cheery
hearts
wi'
laverocks
sing
,
And
glittering
dew
a
jewel
makes
,
That
shines
in
many
a
sparkling
ring
;
Her
saffron
robe
is
nought
to
me
,
Though
wi'
the
woodbine's
fringes
tied
;
Things
a'
look
dull
i'
the
watery
ee
If
what
we
fondly
love's
denied
.
I've
seen
when
Evening
on
yon
hill
Wad
sit
an'
see
the
sun
gae
down
,
And
,
as
the
air
grew
damp
and
chill
,
Draw
on
her
cloak
of
russet
brown
:
Her
hamely
garb
was
mair
to
me
Than
a'
the
Morning's
eastern
pride
;
A'
things
look
beauteous
i'
the
ee
When
by
a
dear
lov'd
favourite's
side
.
Take
these
away
,
what
else
remain
?
A
voice
of
melancholious
strain
,
—
A
memory
that
longs
,
all
in
vain
,
For
joys
that
ne'er
return
again
!
E'en
books
o'er
me
hae
lost
their
power
,
And
wi'
them
fancy
winna
stay
;
Heavy
and
sad
creeps
on
the
hour
When
absence
sickens
through
the
day
.
I've
tried
to
break
her
potent
spells
,
I've
pac'd
unequal
to
and
fro
,
I've
flown
to
where
her
name
yet
dwells
,
But
wander'd
back
again
full
slow
:
And
to
forget
,
how
oft
I've
strove
—
How
oft
to
send
sad
thoughts
away
!
But
still
they
meet
me
in
the
grove
,
And
haunt
me
wheresoe'er
I
stray
.
Affection
pulls
the
heart's
soft
cords
,
And
draws
the
eye
from
cheerful
scenes
,
And
,
pondering
o'er
a
favourite's
words
,
Bids
fond
Remembrance
tell
her
dreams
.
But
weary
dreams
through
life
maun
stray
,
And
weary
hours
that
life
attend
,
And
heavily
maun
move
ilk
day
That
keeps
us
frae
a
darling
friend
.