I've seen the smiling Of Fortune beguiling; I've felt all its favours, and found its decay; Sweet was its blessing, Kind its caressing; But now it is fled -- it is fled far away. I've seen the Forest Adorned the foremost With flowers of the fairest most pleasant and gay; Sae bonnie was their blooming! Their scent the air perfuming! But now they are wither'd and weded away. I've seen the morning With gold the hills adorning, And loud tempest storming before the mid-day. I've seen Tweed's silver streams Shining in the sunny beams, Grow drumly and dark as he rowed on his way. Oh, fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting? Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day? Nae mair your smiles can cheer me, Nae mair your frowns can fear me; For the Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS |