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Poem by Robert Burns

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Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
  Bring autumns pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
  Amang the blooming heather:
Now waving grain, wide oer the plain,
  Delights the weary farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night
  To muse upon my charmer.

The partridge loves the fruitful fells;
  The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
  The soaring hern the fountains:
Thro lofty groves the cushat roves,
  The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush oerhangs the thrush,
  The spreading thorn the linnet.

Thus evry kind their pleasure find,
  The savage and the tender;
Some social join, and leagues combine;
  Some solitary wander;
Avaunt, away! the cruel sway,
  Tyrannic mans dominion;
The sportsmans joy, the murdering cry,
  The fluttering, gory pinion!

But, Peggy dear, the evning s clear,
  Thick flies the skimming swallow;
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
  All fading-green and yellow:
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
  And view the charms of nature;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
  And every happy creature.

Well gently walk, and sweetly talk,
  Till the silent moon shine clearly;
Ill grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
  Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal showrs to budding flowrs,
  Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
  My fair, my lovely charmer!

Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Epitaph on Wee Johnny
  2. The Cairds Second Song
  3. The Sailors Song
  4. Ye Sons of Old Killie
  5. Had I The Wyte

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