Major Graham (Poem by Robert Burns)

Classic Poem

Major Graham
By Robert Burns


Ah, Chloris, since it may na be,
    That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
    Yet let the friend be dear.


Altho’ I love my Chloris mair
    Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will ne’er declare,
    I’ll say, I wish thee well.


Tho’ a’ my daily care thou art,
    And a’ my nightly dream,
I’ll hide the struggle in my heart,
    And say it is esteem.

Sir Harris Nicolas found these lines on Chloris among the papers of Burns, and printed them in his late edition of the poet’s works.

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