{"id":170237,"url":"https://www.kudos365.com/news/170237-winter-a-dirge-poem-by-robert-burns-circa-1782","short_url":"https://www.kudos365.com/news/170237","headline":"\"Winter: A Dirge\" || Poem by Robert Burns (Circa 1782)","content":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe wintry west extends his blast, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And hail and rain does blaw; \u003cbr\u003eOr, the stormy north sends driving forth \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The blinding sleet and snaw: \u003cbr\u003eWhile, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And roars frae bank to brae; \u003cbr\u003eAnd bird and beast in covert rest, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And pass the heartless day. \u003c/em\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,” \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The joyless winter-day \u003cbr\u003eLet others fear, to me more dear \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Than all the pride of May: \u003cbr\u003eThe tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;My griefs it seems to join; \u003cbr\u003eThe leafless trees my fancy please, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Their fate resembles mine! \u003c/em\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;These woes of mine fulfil, \u003cbr\u003eHere, firm, I rest; they must be best, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Because they are Thy will! \u003cbr\u003eThen all I want—O do Thou grant \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;This one request of mine.— \u003cbr\u003eSince to enjoy Thou dost deny, \u003cbr\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Assist me to resign. \u003c/em\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/p\u003e","content_plain":"The wintry west extends his blast,    And hail and rain does blaw; Or, the stormy north sends driving forth    The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,    And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest,    And pass the heartless day. “The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”    The joyless winter-day Let others fear, to me more dear    Than all the pride of May: The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,    My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please,    Their fate resembles mine! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme    These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest; they must be best,    Because they are Thy will! Then all I want—O do Thou grant    This one request of mine.— Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,    Assist me to resign. ","published_at":"2026-10-01T08:51:43-07:00","updated_at":"2026-10-01T08:51:43-07:00","author":{"type":"Person","name":"Poetry Alley","url":"https://www.kudos365.com/profiles/100043-poetry-alley"},"description":"Stay up-to-date with Poetry Alley on Kudos365. View their post published Oct/01/2026 on Poetry. Browse your favorite topics and share your expertise, too.","type":"post","image":"https://k365pi.imgix.net/site/square-kudos-share-image-300.jpg?fm=jpg\u0026auto=format,compress","likes_count":16,"comments_count":1,"categories":[{"name":"Poetry","url":"https://www.kudos365.com/categories/942-poetry"}],"schema":{"@context":"https://schema.org","@type":"CreativeWork","url":"https://www.kudos365.com/news/170237-winter-a-dirge-poem-by-robert-burns-circa-1782","headline":"\"Winter: A Dirge\" || Poem by Robert Burns (Circa 1782)","image":"https://k365pi.imgix.net/site/square-kudos-share-image-300.jpg?fm=jpg\u0026auto=format,compress","author":{"@type":"Person","name":"Poetry Alley","url":"https://www.kudos365.com/profiles/100043-poetry-alley"},"datePublished":"2026-10-01T08:51:43-07:00","interactionStatistic":[{"@type":"InteractionCounter","interactionType":"https://schema.org/LikeAction","userInteractionCount":16}],"subjectOf":[{"@type":"Thing","name":"Poetry","url":"https://www.kudos365.com/categories/942-poetry"}]}}