Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  the winter of life
  but lately seen in gladsome green,
  the woods rejoic'd the day,
  thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers
  in double pride were gay:
  but now our joys are fled
  on winter blasts awa;
  yet maiden may, in rich array,
  again shall bring them a'.
  but my white pow, nae kindly thowe
  shall melt the snaws of age;
  my trunk of eild, but buss or beild,
  sinks in time's wintry rage.
  oh, age has weary days,
  and nights o' sleepless pain:
  thou golden time, o' youthfu' prime,
  why comes thou not again!