Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 488. Song—The Winter of Life |
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| BUT lately seen in gladsome green, | |
| The woods rejoic’d the day, | |
| Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowers | |
| In double pride were gay: | |
| But now our joys are fled | 5 |
| On winter blasts awa; | |
| Yet maiden May, in rich array, | |
| Again shall bring them a’. | |
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| But my white pow, nae kindly thowe | |
| Shall melt the snaws of Age; | 10 |
| My trunk of eild, but buss or beild, | |
| Sinks in Time’s wintry rage. | |
| Oh, Age has weary days, | |
| And nights o’ sleepless pain: | |
| Thou golden time, o’ Youthfu’ prime, | 15 |
| Why comes thou not again! | |
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