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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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Poem
The Winter it is Past
Poet
Robert Burns
Length
8 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes
Nature, Love, Winter, Short

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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
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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