I.
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!
II.
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.
When I Think On The Happy Days.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: happy, heavy, slow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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