Fragment [Now health forsakes that angel face]

Now health forsakes that angel face, Nae mair my Dearie smiles; Pale sickness withers ilka grace, And a' my hopes beguiles: The cruel Powers reject the prayer I hourly mak for thee; Ye Heavens how great is my despair, How can I see him die!


Stuart McQuarrie

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Stuart McQuarrie.

Themes for this poem

religion death unhappiness

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