 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
BONIE BELL
I
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,And surly Winter grimly flies.
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonie blue are the sunny skies.
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The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell:
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonie Bell.
II
The flowery Spring leads sunny summer,The yellow Autumn presses near;
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear.
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old Time and Nature their changes tell;
But never ranging, still unchanging,
I adore my bonie Bell.
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