Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment. Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
Robert BurnsAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: January 25, 1759
- Died: July 21, 1796
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