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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

220 . Song—The Winter it is Past

THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last

And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;

Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,

Since my true love is parted from me.

The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,

May have charms for the linnet or the bee;

Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,

But my true love is parted from me.