Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

An Hour With Thee - Poem by Sir Walter Scott

An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold,
And sad remembrance of the old?
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! When burning June
Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;
What shall repay the faithful swain,
His labor on the sultry plain;
And, more than cave or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow?
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! When sun is set,
Oh, what can teach me to forget
The thankless labors of the day;
The hopes, the wishes, flung away;
The increasing wants, and lessening gains,
The master's pride, who scorns my pains?
One hour with thee.

Comments about An Hour With Thee by Sir Walter Scott

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (1/5/2017 11:46:00 PM)

    An Hour With Thee
    ... when burning June
    Waves his red flag...

    The poet probably expresses the harsh realities of life.
    Life is a subject to be experienced and confronted the way it is. Good poem.

    Sylv-Onyema Uba
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  • Seamus O' Brian (1/5/2017 4:23:00 PM)

    The euphoria of new love (or should I say *infatuation*) makes bearable all the drudgeries of normal living, but can also make them interminably unbearable when they bring separation. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/5/2017 11:59:00 AM)

    Toil and turmoil! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/5/2017 4:58:00 AM)

    tom allport
    putting things in perspective? being with the one you love is always at the fore front of one's mind. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/5/2017 12:48:00 AM)

    One hour with thee
    Thanks for sharing+++++++++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010

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