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Poem by Robert Burns


Monody on a Lady Famed for her Caprice


How cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
  How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten’d!
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tir’d,
  How dull is that ear which to flattery so listen’d!

If sorrow and anguish their exit await,
  From friendship and dearest affection remov’d;
How doubly severer, Maria, thy fate,
  Thou diedst unwept, as thou livedst unlov’d.

Loves, Graces, and Virtues, I call not on you;
  So shy, grave, and distant, ye shed not a tear:
But come, all ye offspring of Folly so true,
  And flowers let us cull for Maria’s cold bier.

We’ll search thro’ the garden for each silly flower,
  We’ll roam through the forest for each idle weed;
But chiefly the nettle, so typical, shower,
  For none e’er approach’d her but rued the rash deed.

We’ll sculpture the marble, we’ll measure the lay;
  Here Vanity strums on her idiot lyre;
There keen Indignation shall dart on his prey,
  Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire.

        THE EPITAPH

HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
  What once was a butterfly, gay in life’s beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
  Want only of goodness denied her esteem.



Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
  2. Blythe Was She
  3. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
  4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
  5. Gala Water


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