O WERE my Love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing; How I wad mourn when it was torn By autumn wild and winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my Love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa'; O there, beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER INFLUENCE by BELLE BEARDEN BARRY A WRECKED LOCOMOTIVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CAUSE WON by VINCENT BOURNE GUNS OF VERDUN by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS NIGHT GOES RUSHING BY by HILDA CONKLING THE LEGEND OF FAMOUS .. GUITAR MASTERS, CAVELIERO COMER AND DON HILL by CHARLES COTTON |