Again rejoicing nature sees <br /> Her robe assume its vernal hues, <br />Her leafy looks wave in the breeze, <br /> All freshly steep'd in morning dews. <br /> And maun I still on Menie doat, <br /> And bear the scorn that's in her ee? <br /> For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, <br /> An' it winna let a body be! <br /> <br />In vain to me the cowslips blaw, <br /> In vain to me the vi'lets spring; <br />In vain to me, in glen or shaw, <br /> The mavis and the lintwhite sing. <br /> And maun I still... <br /> <br />The merry ploughboy cheers his team, <br /> Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks, <br />But life to me 's a weary dream, <br /> A dream of ane that never wauks. <br /> And maun I still... <br /> <br />The wanton coot the water skims, <br /> Among the reeds the ducklings cry, <br />The stately swan majestic swims, <br /> And every thing is blest but I. <br /> And maun I still... <br /> <br />The shepherd steeks his faulding slap, <br /> And owre the moorlands whistles shill, <br />Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step, <br /> I meet him on the dewy hill. <br /> And maun I still... <br /> <br />And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, <br /> Blythe waukens by the daisy's side, <br />And mounts and sings on fluttering wings, <br /> A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide. <br /> And maun I still... <br /> <br />Come, Winter, with thine angry howl, <br /> And raging bend the naked tree; <br />Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul, <br /> When Nature all is sad like me! <br /> And maun I still...<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-rejoicing-nature-sees/
