
Mourning his friend Riddell, the speaker finds birdsong, spring and flowers painful because they surround his friend's grave. He then asks the birds for notes of lament and says future springs will bring him memories of his loss while others greet them joyfully.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Elegy, Sonnet · 188 words
Of Glenriddell and Friars' Carse.
No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; / Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; / Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole, / More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest roar.
How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all your dyes? / Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend! / How can I to the tuneful strain attend? / That strain flows round the untimely tomb where Riddell lies.
Yes, pour, ye warblers! pour the notes of woe, / And soothe the Virtues weeping o'er his bier: / The man of worth-and hath not left his peer! / Is in his "narrow house," for ever darkly low.
mourning · friendship · spring · birdsong · remembrance · sonnet
Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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