Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
VI. Animate NatureTo a Louse
Robert Burns (17591796)H
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze an’ lace;
Though, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Detested, shunned by saunt an’ sinner,
How dare you set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else, and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
There ye may creep and sprawl and sprattle
Wi’ ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations:
Whare horn nor bane ne’er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Below the fatt’rels, snug an’ tight;
Na, faith, ye yet! ye ’ll no be right
Till ye ’ve got on it,
The very tapmost tow’ring height
O’ Miss’s bonnet.
As plump and gray as ony grozet;
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum!
I ’d gie you sic a hearty dose o’t,
Wad dress your droddum!
You on an auld wife’s flannen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On ’s wyliecoat;
But Miss’s fine Lunardi, fie!
How daur ye do ’t?
An’ set your beauties a’ abread!
Ye little ken what cursèd speed
The blastie ’s makin’!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin’!
To see oursel’s as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
And ev’n devotion!