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Lyric Poem · Nature

The Winter of Life

by Robert Burns

BUT lately seen in gladsome green,

The woods rejoic’d the day,

Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowers

In double pride were gay:

But now our joys are fled

On winter blasts awa;

Yet maiden May, in rich array,

Again shall bring them a’.

But my white pow, nae kindly thowe

Shall melt the snaws of Age;

My trunk of eild, but buss or beild,

Sinks in Time’s wintry rage.

Oh, Age has weary days,

And nights o’ sleepless pain:

Thou golden time, o’ Youthfu’ prime,

Why comes thou not again!

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Poem
The Winter of Life
Poet
Robert Burns
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Nature, Winter

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16 lines · 2 octaves
Line length
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Author record
Robert Burns1759–1796
Source record
PoetryDBThe Winter of Life by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
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