Loud blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May heaven be his warden; Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon! The trees, now naked groaning, Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, The birdies dowie moaning, Shall a' be blythely singing, And every flower be springing; Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, When by his mighty Warden My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle Gordon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM |