Winter: A Dirge

1781

winter: a dirge

the wintry west extends his blast,

and hail and rain does blaw;

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 blast, 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!

thou power supreme, whose mighty scheme

these woes of mine fulfil,

here firm i rest; they must be best,

because they are thy will!

then all i want—o do thou grant

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