1781
winter: a dirge
the wintry west extends his bst,
and hail and rain does bw;
or the stormy north sends driving forth
the blinding sleet and snaw:
while, tumbling brown, the burn es down,
and roars frae bank to brae;
and bird a in covert rest,
and pass the heartless day.
“the sweeping bst, the sky o'ercast,”
the joyless winter day
let others fear, to me more dear
than all the pride of may:
the tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
my griefs it seems to join;
the leafless trees my fancy please,
their fate resembles mine!
Winter: A Dirge(1/2)