Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 435. Song—Where are the Joys I have met |
| | | | | Tune—“Saw ye my father.” |
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| WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, | |
| That danc’d to the lark’s early song? | |
| Where is the peace that awaited my wand’ring, | |
| At evening the wild-woods among? | |
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| No more a winding the course of yon river, | 5 |
| And marking sweet flowerets so fair, | |
| No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, | |
| But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care. | |
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| Is it that Summer’s forsaken our valleys, | |
| And grim, surly Winter is near? | 10 |
| No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses | |
| Proclaim it the pride of the year. | |
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| Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, | |
| Yet long, long, too well have I known; | |
| All that has caused this wreck in my bosom, | 15 |
| Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone. | |
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| Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, | |
| Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: | |
| Come then, enamour’d and fond of my anguish, | |
| Enjoyment I’ll seek in my woe. | 20 |
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