by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

When I think on the happy days
Language: English 
When I think on the happy days
  I spent wi’ you, my dearie;
And now what lands between us lie,
  How can I be but eerie!

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
  As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by
  When I was wi’ my dearie.

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Confirmed with The World’s Best Poetry. Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation, edited by Bliss Carman, et al., John D. Morris & Co., Philidelphia, 1904.


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This text was added to the website: 2018-11-27
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