The Vision

Robert Burns

The Vision   1786 Duan First   The sun had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been.   The thresher’s weary flingin-tree, The lee-lang day had tired me; And when the day had … Read more