Robert Burns

[mysticbluebell]

He was the first English poet I read from and he will remain my very favourite of all those famous poets.


Again Rejoicing Nature Sees

Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk,
An' it winna let a body be!

In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
And maun I still...

The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks,
But life to me 's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
And maun I still...

The wanton coot the water skims,
Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
And maun I still...

The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
And maun I still...

And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
And maun I still...

Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When Nature all is sad like me!
And maun I still...

Robert Burns

[jimmyb]

dear mysticbluebell ye cannea steal oor national poet oor rabbie wis never english god bless jimmyb

[norma]

Oh dear! Yes Mysic, Robbie Burns was from Scotland, not England! I, as an English speaking person, find his dialect difficult to understand sometimes, which spoils his poetry for me, but I do love, "My love's like a red red rose.."

[cpdhuet]

Ah yes. my first attempt at memorization was RB's "Red Rose". I can still remember - My love is like a red, red rose, that's newly moan in May". Don't ask me to repeat the rest.
CPD