A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk Poem by Robert Burns

A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk

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A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.


Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
The dew sat chilly on her breast,
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the pleasure o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.


So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On trembling string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: walking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adella Banes 04 February 2021

makes you almost able to see the walk that he describes

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Carolanne 26 January 2019

What a poet! About on the level of a five year old The cat sat on the mat

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Tony Smith 17 March 2018

well written good choice of words

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Sheeba Radhakrishnan 16 December 2017

As beautiful as the dewy rose bud, I like it.

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Bill Wright 01 October 2016

Burns was a man at one with nature.

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