The Book of Scottish Song/Tho' we ne'er should meet

Tho’ we ne’er should meet.

[Dugald Moore.]

Yes, though we ne'er again should meet
⁠By summer bower, or sunny sea;
This brain shall burn, this bosom beat,
⁠For ever, and alone, for thee!
For who would bid oblivion roll,
⁠Athwart the sunshine of those hours,
In which we mingled soul with soul,
⁠As the winds mix congenial flowers.

Then, though the hand of distance flings
⁠Long shadows 'twixt thy hearth and mine,
He cannot clip the lightning wings,
⁠Which bear my spirit back-to thine!
Though seas their waves between us cast,
⁠And though the star of hope has set,
Yet there's a soul within the past,
⁠A glory I can ne'er forget!

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