
A distressed speaker calls for darkness, storms, and swollen torrents around his lonely cave, rejecting gentle streams and breezes. He laments the defeat of a war fought to redress wrongs and faces a world without hope or friends.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Lyric Poetry, War Poetry · 196 words
Burns confesses that his Jacobtism was merely sentimental "except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause," and a tour through the country where Montrose, Claverhouse, and Prince Charles had fought, was cause enough. Strathallan fell gloriously at Culloden. -Lang.
Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling! / Howling tempests, o'er me rave! / Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, / Roaring by my lonely cave!
Crystal streamlets gently flowing, / Busy haunts of base mankind, / Western breezes softly blowing, / Suit not my distracted mind.
Strathallan's Lament is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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lament · war · defeat · isolation · storms