[Stylist] a poem by Robert Burns

[Ann Chiappetta]

Winter: A Dirge

 

 

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. 

 

 

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 18,
2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

 

 

 

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