The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Winter
For works with similar titles, see Winter.
WINTER.
A DIRGE.
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 Pow'r 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 (Oh! do thou grant This one request of mine!)Since to enjoy thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.