Winter: A Dirge
Robert Burns (1781)
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
"The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,"
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want—O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!—
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
.It is exactly as the above poem says in the ending...Since winter is God's will, it must be best, so I am resigned to really appreciate the season! Well, that may be a somewhat loose translation of Robert Burn's poem.
And there is much to appreciate in the forest where we live...I think I truly have a love/hate relationship with winter. I wish it was always as pretty as it is when the snow first falls and everything is covered with that fresh white blanket.