(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

The Night Is Darkening Around Me

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow ;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow ;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below ;
But nothing drear can move me :
I will not, cannot go.

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Comments (3)

The green wood, waters, flowers, the wonderful imaginations for a poem is here. Nature's wonderland is created in this poem. Great.
The hand of wit that writ such verse Ope'd ay to catch such face! Those lips kissed sae fondly Dearie, Will forever kiss his Highland Mary.
Castle, green wood, waters and flowers are still there; but the poet's beloved has departed ago! That surely reminds of their love under the shade of fragrant flowers! Nature carries with it the love's happy days and immortalizes it forever like Robert Burns' poem on Highland Mary!