Lyric Poem · Nature
The Winter it is Past
by Robert Burns
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;
Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- The Winter it is Past
- Poet
- Robert Burns
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Short Poems
- Themes
- Nature, Love, Winter, Short
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 8 lines · 2 quatrains
- End rhyme
- ABCB in every stanza — ballad rhyme — only lines 2 and 4 chime.
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- Author record
- Robert Burns1759–1796
- Source record
- PoetryDBThe Winter it is Past by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 f8ab8d28ecfa0572…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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