Robert Burns (1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)
O were my Love yon Lilac fair
O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.
O gin my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel a drap o' dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa';
O there, beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light.
Robert Burns's Other Poems
- A Bard's Epitaph
- A Bottle And Friend
- A Dedication
- A Dream
- A Fiddler In The North
- A Fond Kiss
- A Man's a Man for A' That
- A Poets's Welcome to His Love-Begotten D...
- A Red, Red Rose
- A Winter Night
- Address To A Haggis
- Address to the Devil
- Address To The Tooth-Ache
- Address to the Unco Guid
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