Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
435 . SongWhere are the Joys I have met
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That danc’d to the lark’s early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wand’ring,
At evening the wild-woods among?
And marking sweet flowerets so fair, No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care. And grim, surly Winter is near? No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses Proclaim it the pride of the year. Yet long, long, too well have I known; All that has caused this wreck in my bosom, Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone. Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: Come then, enamour’d and fond of my anguish, Enjoyment I’ll seek in my woe.