Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms |
Robert Burns, 1787
Where, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils 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 its beam With art's most polish'd blaze. | 2. Blest be the wild, sequester'd glade, 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 prim control May seize my fleeting breath, But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death. |