Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 3. Song—I dream’d I lay |
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| I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing | |
| Gaily in the sunny beam; | |
| List’ning to the wild birds singing, | |
| By a falling crystal stream: | |
| Straight the sky grew black and daring; | 5 |
| Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave; | |
| Tress with aged arms were warring, | |
| O’er the swelling drumlie wave. | |
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| Such was my life’s deceitful morning, | |
| Such the pleasures I enjoyed: | 10 |
| But lang or noon, loud tempests storming | |
| A’ my flowery bliss destroy’d. | |
| Tho’ fickle fortune has deceiv’d me— | |
| She promis’d fair, and perform’d but ill, | |
| Of mony a joy and hope bereav’d me— | 15 |
| I bear a heart shall support me still. | |
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