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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

by Robert Burns

I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,

A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;

I gat my death frae twa sweet een,

Twa lovely een o’bonie blue.

’Twas not her golden ringlets bright,

Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew,

Her heaving bosom, lily-white—

It was her een sae bonie blue.

She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d;

She charm’d my soul I wist na how;

And aye the stound, the deadly wound,

Cam frae her een so bonie blue.

But “spare to speak, and spare to speed;”

She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:

Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead

To her twa een sae bonie blue.

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Poem
I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen
Poet
Robert Burns
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Love, Nature

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Shape
16 lines · 2 octaves
Line length
Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).

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Author record
Robert Burns1759–1796
Source record
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