Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw, But to me it's delightless -- my Nanie's awa. The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violetes bathe in the weet o' the morn; They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw, They mind me o' Nanie -- and Nanie's awa. Thou lav'rock that springs frae the dews of the lawn, The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn, And thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa', Give over for pity -- my Nanie's awa. Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey, And soothe me wi' tidings o' Nature's decay: The dark, dreary Winter, and wild-driving snaw Alane can delight me -- now Nanie's awa. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET FROM JAPAN: 2. THE SHRINE OF THE PILGRIM SANDALS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by LEVI BISHOP ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING CASUAL MEETING by MARGARET E. BRUNER TAM THE CHAPMAN by ROBERT BURNS QUAIL AND THRUSH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |