Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROBERT BURNS; WRITTEN FOR THE BURNS CENTENNIAL, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR Poet's Biography First Line: When the frost had killed the daisies Last Line: And the wide world's love has crowned him! Alternate Author Name(s): Dean Subject(s): Burns, Robert (1759-1796); Poetry & Poets; Praise; Scotland | ||||||||
WHEN the frost had killed the daisies And the hills were white with snow, Robert Burns was born in Ayrshire Just a hundred years ago. Cold about the cottage ingle When the cloudy night fell down, Blew the wind from off the moorlands Where the heath was crisp and brown; But the boy was summer's darling, Made of music, love, and fire, And the winter could not harm him, Let it wreak its utmost ire. Now a hundred years are numbered, Yet we hail the happy morn When, amid the Ayrshire snow-wreaths, Robert Burns, the man, was born! And King of Hearts he reigns to-day, While the noble throng around him, God be praised that a man has sway And the wide world's love has crowned him! With his head upon her bosom In the firelight's ruddy glow, Plaintive songs his mother sang him, Airs of Scotland long ago; And he thrilled at tales of heroes, Or of ghosts and warlocks grim, Till he felt a chilly horror Creeping over every limb, And he shuddered as the tempest Shook the window with its moan, Lest the sobbing and the sighing Were a murdered victim's groan; Now his name is linked with story; Now his life is set to song; All that Scotland has of glory Floats with Robert Burns along! So the boy grew older, loving Every wild and winsome thing From the rush of stormy waters To the lark upon the wing; He a lark, too, warbling upward From the heather's purple guise, Finding sweetest inspiration In the light of woman's eyes. Dante shrined his Beatrice, Laura lives in Petrarch's rhyme, Tenderer praise have Scottish maidens Down through all the coming time! Every woman loves the singer From the peasant to the queen, For the sake of 'Highland Mary,' For the sake of 'Bonny Jean.' How he longed for better knowledge, How he yearned for noble fame, He, the ploughman, the unlettered, Born to bear a humble name; (O my Poet! thou didst cast it In the furrow of the years That 'A man's a man for a' that,' Thou didst water it with tears; Now the harvest time is coming, Now the fields are white with grain, Thou, the sower, art the reaper, Binding sheaves on every plain!) Ah! the human soul is deeper Than the lore he never knew, So the lays he sung shall echo All the listening ages through. Tell us not of mighty princes Ruling proud o'er shores and seas; Robert Burns has kingdom grander Than the stateliest of these! Theirs by mountain chains is bounded Or a river's winding line; His sweeps broad from tropic palm-trees To the farthest polar pine! Scotland (as a gem she wears it), Dowered with song his lowly birth, And at last his meed, immortal, Is the homage of the earth. Pardon sins he sorrowed over, He who light on daisies trod; Say, 'He was of man the lover,' Leave him to the love of God! Slow, but surely, comes the morning; Lo! the east is flushed with rose, And the wind so chill at dawning With a warmer current blows. Truth at last shall be the victor Bearing Freedom in its van, While the watchword on its banner Is 'The Brotherhood of Man.' Thrones and crowns and jeweled sceptres Like forgotten toys will be; Only he who loves his fellows Shall the heights of honor see. Then, recounting lives of heroes, As their memory backward turns, Truest Prophet, sweetest Singer, Men shall reckon Robert Burns! And King of Hearts he'll reign that day While the noble throng around him; God be praised that a man has sway And the wide world's love has crowned him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCOTLAND'S WINTER by EDWIN MUIR ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE FUSELAGE INSTALLATION by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA SHOOTING SEASON; IN THE NORTH OF SCOTLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN JOHN UPDIKE'S ROOM by CHRISTOPHER WISEMAN THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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