Robert Burns
Ayrshire / Scotland
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A Vision

Rating: 4.1
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.


The winds were laid, the air was still,
The stars they shot alang the sky;
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant echoing glens reply.
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Martin Rooney 22 February 2020
God awful - computerised rubbish!
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Susan Williams 15 April 2016
There is awesome dignity and power in these verses- he speaks of the death of one whose gravestone was engraved liberty
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Anil Kumar Panda 15 April 2016
Words have been woven into a nice poem.Thanks for sharing.
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Dan Reynolds 15 April 2016
Rabbie at his best with flow and form.
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Edward Kofi Louis 15 April 2016
The air was still! ! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.
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* Sunprincess * 15 April 2016
.....nature is beautifully penned in the first few stanzas.... these lines are so beautiful, I could read them again and again ?
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M Asim Nehal 15 April 2016
Wonderful, I liked the imagery, flow and the message in this poem, thanks for sharing.10
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