<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Husbandman of Heaven <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/>[Lines written near the burial-place of Burns] </h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">POET, whose very dust, here shed,</p><p class="line">Is as the quick among the dead,</p><p class="line">Where revels thy carousing soul?</p><p class="line">What Hebe fills what mighty bowl,</p><p class="line">Mantling with what immortal drink?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Nay, great and blissful one! I think</p><p class="line">That, taught by Time himself to flee</p><p class="line">The taverns of Eternity,</p><p class="line">Amid yon constellations thou</p><p class="line">Drivest all night the heavenly Plough,</p><p class="line">Wooing with song some sky-nymph fair</p><p class="line">Who sits in Cassiopeia's Chair,</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Or half unravels on her knees</p><p class="line">That tangled net, the Pleiades,</p><p class="line">Or, at thy over amorous strain</p><p class="line">Bridling with wrath she needs must feign,</p><p class="line">Flits to a region pale and gray,</p><p class="line">Shimmers through nebula away,</p><p class="line">Coldly beyond thy fires to roam,</p><p class="line">Hid in Orion's astral foam,</p><p class="line">But wandering back, with starlike tears</p><p class="line">Yields to the Ploughman of the Spheres.</p></div></body></html> · Great War