Wae worth thy pow'r, thou cursed leaf! Fell source o' a' my woe and grief! For lack o' thee I've lost my lass! For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass! I see the children of affliction Unaided, through thy curst restriction: I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile Amid his hapless victim's spoil; And for thy potence vainly wished, To crush the villain in the dust: For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore, Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS LETTICE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |