On Visiting the Tomb of Burns + 

The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, + 

The Clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, + 

Though beautiful, cold⁠—strange⁠—as in a dream, + 

I dreamed long ago, now new begun. + 

The short lived, paly Summer is but won + 

From Winter’s ague, for one hour’s gleam; + 

Though sapphire-warm, their Stars do never beam: + 

All is cold Beauty; pain is never done: + 

For who has mind to relish, Minos-wise, + 

The Real of Beauty, free from that dead hue + 

Sickly imagination and sick pride + 

Cast wan upon it! Burns! with honour due + 

I oft have honour’d thee. Great shadow, hide + 

Thy face; I sin against thy native skies. + 