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title: "The Winter It Is Past"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Poem"
year: "1788"
location: "Mossgiel"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-winter-it-is-past/"
---

# The Winter It Is Past

## Poem
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last  
And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;  
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,  
Since my true love is parted from me.

The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,  
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;  
Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,  
But my true love is parted from me.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-winter-it-is-past/