The wintry west extends his blast, <br />And hail and rain does blaw; <br />Or the stormy north sends driving forth <br />The blinding sleet and snaw: <br />While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, <br />And roars frae bank to brae; <br />And bird and beast in covert rest, <br />And pass the heartless day. <br /> <br />"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast," <br />The joyless winter day <br />Let others fear, to me more dear <br />Than all the pride of May: <br />The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, <br />My griefs it seems to join; <br />The leafless trees my fancy please, <br />Their fate resembles mine! <br /> <br />Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme <br />These woes of mine fulfil, <br />Here firm I rest; they must be best, <br />Because they are Thy will! <br />Then all I want-O do Thou grant <br />This one request of mine!- <br />Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, <br />Assist me to resign.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-a-dirge/
