Robert Burns
Ayrshire / Scotland
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Carigieburn Wood

Rating: 3.0
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakens the morrow,
But a' the pride o' spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

I see the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
And care his bosom wringing?
Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
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Douglas Scotney 02 September 2016
I know someone couldna a cared less for his anger.
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Susan Williams 02 September 2016
He knew how to write and bare his heart. The rhythm is so there, pulsing in every line.... like a heartbeat
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Mizzy ........ 02 September 2016
Beautifully written poem......
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Partha Pratim Goswami 02 September 2016
An astounding poem to show the hovering and grief of losing his love.Love is nature here and its lack is explained in a striking manner.
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Edward Kofi Louis 02 September 2016
I see the flowers! ! And the ways opf nature. Thanks for sharing.
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 02 September 2016
Fain, fain would I my griefs impart, Yet darena for your anger' But secret love will break my heart, If I conceal it langer. It shows your deep love and concern. Thanks for the sharing,10 for it. Subhas
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