O, Wad that my time were owre but,
Wi’ this wintry sleet and snaw,
That I might see our house again,
I’ the bonnie birken shaw!
For this is no my ain life,
And I peak and pine away
Wi’ the thochts o’ hame and the young flowers,
In the glad green month of May.
I used to wauk in the morning
Wi’ the loud sang o’...
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more,—O nevermore!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more...
