I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing
  Gaily in the sunny beam;
List’ning to the wild birds singing,
  By a falling crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
  Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Tress with aged arms were warring,
  O’er the swelling drumlie wave.
 

Such was my life’s deceitful morning,
  Such the pleasures I enjoyed:
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming
  A’ my flowery bliss destroy’d.
Tho’ fickle fortune has deceiv’d me—
  She promis’d fair, and perform’d but ill,
Of mony a joy and hope bereav’d me—
  I bear a heart shall support me still.

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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 3. 3. Song—I dream’d I lay
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1779
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