Robert Burns

Where braving angry Winter's Storms

written in 1787

Where braving angry Winter's storms The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering eyes. As one who by some savage stream A lonely gem surveys, Astonish'd, doubly marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, And blest the day and hour, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, When first I felt their pow'r. The tyrant Death, with grim controul, May seize my fleeting breath; But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death.

default user
Comment Section just now

Feel free to be first to leave comment.

8/2200 - 0