Now spring has clad the grove in green, <br /> And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; <br />The furrow'd, waving corn is seen <br /> Rejoice in fostering showers: <br />While ilka thing in nature join <br /> Their sorrows to forego, <br />O why thus all alone are mine <br /> The weary steps of woe? <br /> <br />The trout in yonder wimpling burn <br /> That glides, a silver dart, <br />And safe beneath the shady thorn <br /> Defies the angler's art -- <br />My life was ance that careless stream, <br /> That wanton trout was I; <br />But love, wi' unrelenting beam, <br /> Has scorch'd my fountains dry. <br /> <br />The little flow'ret's peaceful lot, <br /> In yonder cliff that grows, <br />Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot, <br /> Nae ruder visit knows, <br />Was mine; till love has o'er me past, <br /> And blighted a' my bloom, <br />And now beneath the with'ring blast <br /> My youth and joy consume. <br /> <br />The waken'd lav'rock warbling springs, <br /> And climbs the early sky, <br />Winnowing blythe her dewy wings <br /> In morning's rosy eye: <br />As little reckt I sorrow's power, <br /> Until the flowery snare <br />O' witching love, in luckless hour, <br /> Made me the thrall o' care. <br /> <br />O had my fate been Greenland snows, <br /> Or Afric's burning zone, <br />Wi' man and nature leagu'd my foes, <br /> So Peggy ne'er I'd known! <br />The wretch whase doom is, "hope nae mair," <br /> What tongue his woes can tell! <br />Within whase bosom, save despair, <br /> Nae kinder spirits dwell.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-spring-has-clad-the-grove-in-green/
