Friday, 27 December 2013

Winter: A Dirge, by Robert Burns.

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,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.  
The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,
The joyless winter day
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,
Their fate resembles mine!  
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want - O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign. 


  1. Did I subconsciously implant Robert Burns name into your head with my comment about him in your other poetry post? ;-)

    I never expected it, but I must say, he is one of my favourite poets so far. And this poem is just perfect for this time of the season!

    1. You must have done! :)

      I do like Robert Burns, I must say. I nearly put up A Winter Night, have you read that one?

    2. No, I haven't read A Winter Night. I was so thrilled by a mouse being turned up by a plow (To A Mouse) that I didn't make it to winter. ;-)

  2. I've never read anything by this poet before, but it sounds rather nice! Reading this piece out loud, overall, was very pleasant :) I'll go searching for some other poems by him.

    1. Glad you liked it :) I've only just recently started reading poetry out loud (well, whispering it so as not to disturb others, or indeed appear disturbed myself), and it really does enhance it.


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