Where Are The Joys I have Met? |
Robert Burns, 1793
Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring, At evening the wild-woods among?
2. No more a winding the course of yon river, | 3. Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, And grim, surly Winter is near? No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses Proclaim it the pride of the year.
4. Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, |
5. Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish, Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe. |