Robert Burns

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees

Robert Burns was a Scottish poet and lyricist.






Again rejoicing nature sees
  Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
  All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
  And maun I still on Menie doat,
  And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
  For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk,
  An' it winna let a body be!

In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
  In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
  The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
  And maun I still...

The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
  Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks,
But life to me 's a weary dream,
  A dream of ane that never wauks.
  And maun I still...

The wanton coot the water skims,
  Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
  And every thing is blest but I.
  And maun I still...

The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
  And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
  I meet him on the dewy hill.
  And maun I still...

And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
  Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
  A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
  And maun I still...

Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
  And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
  When Nature all is sad like me!
  And maun I still...

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