198. Song—Braving Angry Winer's Storms
Read '198. Song—Braving Angry Winer's Storms' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
198. Song—Braving Angry Winer's Storms by Robert Burns
WHERE, braving angry winter’s storms,
The lofty Ochils rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy’s charms
First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who by some savage stream
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish’d, doubly marks it beam
With art’s most polish’d blaze.
Blest be the wild, sequester’d shade,
And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy’s charms I first survey’d,
When first I felt their pow’r!
The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.
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