Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
488 . SongThe Winter of Life
B
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’.
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!