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Robert Burns

Had I a cave

Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves’ dashing roar;
There would I weep my woes,
There seek my lost repose,
Till grief my eyes should close,
Ne’er to wake more.

Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
All thy fond plighted vows-fleeting as air?
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh o’er thy perjury,
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is there!