Robert Burns

Raving winds around her blowing

written in 1788

Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring Isabella stray'd deploring. Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow. O'er the Past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless Future pondering; Chilly Grief my life-blood freezes, Fell Despair my fancy seizes. Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to Misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark Oblivion join thee!

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