Weekly Interlinear Poem







This is the poem
for the week of July 6.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

To a Mountain Daisy
On Turning One Down With the Plough

-Robert Burns


Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour,
For I must crush among the stour
stour=dust
Thy slender stem.
To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem.

Alas! it's not thy neighbor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet,
meet=suitable
Bending thee 'mong the dewy weet,
weet=wet
With spreckl'd breest!
breest=breast
When upward-springing, blithe, to greet
The purpling East.

Cold blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early, humble birth,
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth
Amid the storm,
Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth
Thy tender form.

The flaunting flow'rs, our gardens’ yield,
High shelt'ring woods and walls must shield,
But thou, beneath the random bield
bield=shelter
Of clod or stone,
Adorns the histie stibble-field,
histie stibble-field=bare stubble field
Unseen, alone.

There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
mantle=cloak
Thy snowy bosom sunward spread,
Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise,
guise=appearance
But now the share uptears thy bed,
share=ploughshare (cutting part of a plough)
uptears=tears up

And low thou lies!

Such is the fate of artless maid,
Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!
By love's simplicity betray'd
(betrayed by love's simplicity and guileless trust)
And guileless trust
Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid
Low in the dust.

Such is the fate of simple bard
On Life's rough ocean luckless starr'd!
luckless starr'd=without luck in his stars (destiny)
Unskillful he to note the card
Of prudent lore
card of prudent lore=listing/catalogue of folk warnings
Till billows rage and gales blow hard
And whelm him o'er.

Such fate to suffering Worth is giv'n
Who long with wants and woes has striv'n,
By human pride or cunning driv'n
To misery’s brink,
Till, wretch'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n,
wretch'd of ev'ry stay=wretched in every abode
He, ruin'd, sink!

E'en thou who mourns the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine - no distant date.
no distant date=soon to be realized
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
elate=proudly, tall
Full on thy bloom,
Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight
crush'd=being crushed
Shall be thy doom!

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour,
For I must crush among the stour
Thy slender stem.
To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem.

Alas! it's not thy neighbor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mong the dewy weet,
With spreckl'd breest!
When upward-springing, blithe, to greet
The purpling east.

Cold blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early, humble birth.
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth
Amid the storm,
Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth
Thy tender form.

The flaunting flow'rs, our gardens’ yield,
High shelt'ring woods and walls must shield,
But thou, beneath the random bield
O' clod or stone,
Adorns the histie stibble-field,
Unseen, alone.

There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Thy snowy bosom sunward spread,
Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise,
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies!

Such is the fate of artless maid,
Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!
By love's simplicity betray'd
And guileless trust
Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid
Low in the dust.

Such is the fate of simple bard
On Life's rough ocean luckless starr'd!
Unskillful he to note the card
Of prudent lore
Till billows rage and gales blow hard
And whelm him o'er.

Such fate to suffering Worth is giv'n
Who long with wants and woes has striv'n,
By human pride or cunning driv'n
To misery’s brink,
Till, wretch'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n,
He, ruin'd, sink!

E'en thou who mourns the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine - no distant date.
Stern Ruin's plough-share drives elate
Full on thy bloom,
Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!