Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 15. Winter: A Dirge |
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| THE WINTRY west extends his blast, | |
| And hail and rain does blaw; | |
| Or the stormy north sends driving forth | |
| The blinding sleet and snaw: | |
| While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, | 5 |
| And roars frae bank to brae; | |
| And bird and beast in covert rest, | |
| And pass the heartless day. | |
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| “The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,” | |
| The joyless winter day | 10 |
| Let others fear, to me more dear | |
| Than all the pride of May: | |
| The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul, | |
| My griefs it seems to join; | |
| The leafless trees my fancy please, | 15 |
| Their fate resembles mine! | |
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| Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme | |
| These woes of mine fulfil, | |
| Here firm I rest; they must be best, | |
| Because they are Thy will! | 20 |
| Then all I want—O do Thou grant | |
| This one request of mine!— | |
| Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, | |
| Assist me to resign. | |
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