I PU'D a flower in yonder vale, Ae bonnie morn in June, I set it gaily in my breist, And bore it to the toun; I kiss'd its velvet lips at e'en, And laid it saftly by, But when the day cam' round again, Nae bonnie flower had I -- A' licht o' life had left its e'e -- Its sweet wee head hung dowiely. A maiden gentle, sweet, and young, And glad as opening day, Was woo'd and won amang yon braes That skirt oor native Tay. Unto the toun, a rosy bride, She cam' in Winter's train, And ere the Autumn tinged the wolds They tauld me she was gane; "Ah! like my little flower," I sigh'd -- "My violet, that droop'd, and died." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |