Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms

(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 its beam

With art's most polish'd blaze.



Blest be the wild, sequester'd glade,

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 prim control

May seize my fleeting breath,

But tearing Peggy from my soul

Must be a stronger death.



@Scots @seasonal @weather

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