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91. The Vision by Robert Burns

By Robert Burns

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THE SUN had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been. The thresher’s weary flingin-tree, The lee-lang day had tired me; And when the day had clos’d his e’e, Far i’ the west,

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"THE SUN had clos’d the winter day,..."

"91. The Vision" by Robert Burns is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 377 lines. This English poem by Robert Burns demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "THE SUN had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Robert Burns's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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