- To A Mountain Daisy. Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now...
- To a Mountain Daisy. by Robert Burns. ... Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine - no distant date; Stern Ruin's plough-share drives elate
- Overall, “To a Mountain Daisy” is a meditation on the fleeting nature of life, and the importance of finding beauty in the world around us.
- Notes to the poem: Mr. Chambers says: "The 'Mountain Daisy' was composed, as the poet has related, at the plough.
- Ev’n thou who mourn’st the Daisy’s fate, That fate is thine–no distant date; Stern Ruin’s ploughshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush’d beneath the...
- Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the...
- To A Mountain Daisy. Wee, modest, crimson-tipp èd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure. Thy slender stem
- Home ⇒ Robert Burns ⇒ To A Mountain Daisy. To A Mountain Daisy. ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786.
- To a Mountain Daisy. On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, Thou ’s met me in an evil hour...