The Winter Of Life

Poems and Songs of Robert Burns 作者:Robert Burns

The Winter Of Life

　　    the winter of life
    but lately seen in gladsome green,
    the woods rejoic'd the day,
    thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers
    in double pride were gay:
    but now our joys are fled
    on winter blasts awa;
    yet maiden may, in rich array,
    again shall bring them a'.
    but my white pow, nae kindly thowe
    shall melt the snaws of age;
    my trunk of eild, but buss or beild,
    sinks in time's wintry rage.
    oh, age has weary days,
    and nights o' sleepless pain:
    thou golden time, o' youthfu' prime,
    why comes thou not again!

The Winter Of Life