WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, <br />That danc'd to the lark's early song? <br />Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring, <br />At evening the wild-woods among? <br /> <br /> <br />No more a winding the course of yon river, <br />And marking sweet flowerets so fair, <br />No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, <br />But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care. <br /> <br /> <br />Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, <br />And grim, surly Winter is near? <br />No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses <br />Proclaim it the pride of the year. <br /> <br /> <br />Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, <br />Yet long, long, too well have I known; <br />All that has caused this wreck in my bosom, <br />Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone. <br /> <br /> <br />Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, <br />Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: <br />Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish, <br />Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-the-joys-i-have-met/
