Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
176 . On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
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And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabella’s arms.
The morning rose may blow; But cold successive noontide blasts May lay its beauties low. The sun propitious smil’d; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Succeeding hopes beguil’d. That Nature finest strung; So Isabella’s heart was form’d, And so that heart was wrung. Can heal the wound he gave— Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave. And fear no withering blast; There Isabella’s spotless worth Shall happy be at last.