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On A Bank Of Flowers

On a bank of flowers in a summer day     For summer lightly drest,

The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,     With love and sleep opprest;

When Willie, wand'ring thro the wood     Who for her favour oft had suedÑHe gaz'd, he wish'd He fear'd, he blush'd     And trembled where he stood.

Her closèd eyes, like weapons sheath'd,     Were sealed in soft repose;

Her lips, still as she fragrant breath'd,     It richer dyed the rose.

The springing lilies, sweetly Crest,     Wild-wanton kissed her rival breast:

He gaz'd, he wish'd,

He fear'd he blush'd     His bosom ill at rest.

Her robes, light-waving in the breeze,     Her tender limbs embrace;

Her lovely form, her native ease,     All harmony and grace.

Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,     A faltering, ardent kiss he stole;

He gaz'd, he wish'd,

He fear'd, he blush'd,     And sigh'd his very soul.

As flies the partridge from the brake     On fear-inspired

So Nelly starting, half-awake     Away affrighted springs.

But Willie, follow'd—-as he should     He overtook her in the wood;

He vow'd, he pray'd,

He found the maid     Forgiving all, and good.

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Robert Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet…
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