English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Alison Rutherford Cockburn
299. The Flowers of the Forest
Of Fortune beguiling;
I’ve felt all its favours, and found its decay;
Sweet was its blessing,
Kind its caressing;
But now it is fled—fled far away.
Adorned the foremost,
With flowers of the fairest, most pleasant and gay;
Sae bonnie was their blooming!
Their scent the air perfuming!
But now they are withered and a’ wede away.
With gold the hills adorning,
And loud tempest storming before the mid-day.
I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams,
Shinning in the sunny beams
Grow drumly and dark as he rowed on his way.
Why this cruel sporting?
Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
Nae mair your smiles can cheer me,
Nae mair your frowns can fear me;
For the flowers of the forest are a’ wede away.