Eliza Cook

Poems (3)

• Ganging to and Ganging frae

  Nae star was glintin’ out aboon, / The cluds were dark and hid the moon; …

• I Leave Thee for Awhile

  I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; / The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye; …

• The Old Arm-Chair

  I Love it, I love it! and who shall dare / To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? …