O RAGING Fortune’s withering blast
  Has laid my leaf full low, O!
O raging Fortune’s withering blast
  Has laid my leaf full low, O!
 

My stem was fair, my bud was green,
  My blossom sweet did blow, O!
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
  And made my branches grow, O!
 

But luckless Fortune’s northern storms
  Laid a’ my blossoms low, O!
But luckless Fortune’s northern storms
  Laid a’ my blossoms low, O!

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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 22. 22. Song—Raging Fortune: A Fragment
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1782
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