1 June 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 1

The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last,

1.

The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last,

And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree:

The hearts of these are glad, but mine is very sad,

For my love is parted from me.


2.

The rose upon the brier by the waters running clear

May have charms for the linnet or the bee:

Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,

But my lover is parted from me.


3.

My love in like the sun in the firmament does run—

Forever is constant and true;

But his is like the moon, that wanders up and down,

And every month it is new.


4.

All you that are in love, and cannot it remove,

I pity the pains you endure,

For experience makes me know that your hearts are

full of woe,

A woe that no mortal can cure.

About the author:

1759-1796. An early Romantic, Robert Burns is the best-known of Scottish poets, especially famous for his lyrics, "Auld Lang Syne" and "A Red, Red Rose."

For further reading:

See the complete list of work by Robert Burns at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 1, where "The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last," ran on June 1, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic.

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