The auld man's winter thought


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!

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John Shedden

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1794 and is read here by John Shedden.

Themes for this song

nature unhappiness

Selected for 15 January

The embittered reflection on, 'the snaws of age' comes from a male perspective in this disconsolate meditation. Whereas snow-bound nature can expectantly await the colourful renewal brought by the, 'gladsome green', of spring and summer, the white haired and elderly can hope for no such rejuvenation.

Donny O'Rourke

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