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Poem Title:  Logan Braes

Poem Category:  Nature Poems

Poet:  Robert Burns

Poet Biography: 
Robert Burns was born in Alloway in Ayrshire in 1759 and died at the early age of 37 years in 1796. Robert Burns is one of Scotlandís most important literary figures (his life and work being celebrated each year) and is best known for his famous, and often humorous, songs and poetry. Written in the dialect of the time, even modern Scottish people struggle at times to understand the true meaning of his poems. Sometimes referred to as Scotlandís National Bard (poet)his work lives on in annual celebrations known as burns suppers. Life and Times



Poem: 
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willie's bride,
And years sin syne hae o'er us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
But now thy flowery banks appear
Like drumlie Winter, dark and drear,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

Again the merry month of May
Has made our hills and valleys gay;
The birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
The bees hum round the breathing flowers;
Blythe Morning lifts his rosy eye,
And Evening's tears are tears o' joy:
My soul, delightless a' surveys,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.

Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
Amang her nestlings sits the thrush:
Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
Or wi' his song her cares beguile;
But I wi' my sweet nurslings here,
Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.

O wae be to you, Men o' State,
That brethren rouse to deadly hate!
As ye make mony a fond heart mourn,
Sae may it on your heads return!
How can your flinty hearts enjoy
The widow's tear, the orphan's cry?
But soon may peace bring happy days,
And Willie hame to Logan braes!


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