The Delights Of Love Poem by Robert Anderson

The summer was out o' seet,
His partin beams danc'd on the fluid:
The fisher watch'd the silver fry,
As i' the stream he bending stuid;
The blackburd mourn'd the clowsin day,
And caw'd his partner to his nest;
When I up Caldew tuik my way,
And met the lass I aye like best.

I gaz'd upon her matchless feace,
That fairer than a lily seem'd;
I mark'd the magic o' her e'e,
That wi' luive's powerfu' leetnin beam'd;
I saw her cheek of breetest red,
That, blushing, telt a lover's pain,
And seiz'd a kiss, if 'twas a crime,
Ye Gods! oft may I sin again!

Fast flew the hours--now ruse the muin,
And telt us it was time to part;
I set her to her mudder's duir,
She whisper'd low, `Thou's stown my heart!'
I thro' the lattice stule a glance,
And heard her angry mudder chide:
Then thought of awa parents cares,
As frae her cottage heame I hied.

I've teasted pleasures dearly bought,
And read mankind in monie a page:
But woman, woman, sweetens life,
Frae giddy youth to feeble age.
Ye fuils, aye court coy Fortune's smile;
Ye rakes, in quest of pleasure rove:
Ye drunkards, drown each sense in wine;
Be mine the dear delights of love!