An Hour With Thee Poem by Sir Walter Scott

An Hour With Thee

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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.

Sylvaonyema Uba 05 January 2017

... 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 05 January 2017

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.

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 January 2017

Toil and turmoil! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 05 January 2017

putting things in perspective? being with the one you love is always at the fore front of one's mind.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 January 2017

Thanks for sharing+++++++++++++++++++++

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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott

Edinburgh / Scotland
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