Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
450 . Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice
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How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten’d;
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flatt’ry so listen’d!
From friendship and dearest affection remov’d; How doubly severer, Maria, thy fate, Thou diedst unwept, as thou livedst unlov’d. So shy, grave, and distant, ye shed not a tear: But come, all ye offspring of Folly so true, And flowers let us cull for Maria’s cold bier. We’ll roam thro’ the forest for each idle weed; But chiefly the nettle, so typical, shower, For none e’er approach’d her but rued the rash deed. Here Vanity strums on her idiot lyre; There keen Indignation shall dart on his prey, Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire.