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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

264 . Song—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 sued;

He gaz’d, he wish’d

He fear’d, he blush’d,

And trembled where he stood.

Her closèd eyes, like weapons sheath’d,

Were seal’d in soft repose;

Her lip, still as she fragrant breath’d,

It richer dyed the rose;

The springing lilies, sweetly prest,

Wild-wanton kissed her rival breast;

He gaz’d, he wish’d,

He mear’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 wings,

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.