Robert Burns ( )


On Cessnock Banks


ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
  Could I describe her shape and mien;
Our lasses a she far excels,
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Shes sweeter than the morning dawn
  When rising Phoebus first is seen,
And dew-drops twinkle oer the lawn;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Shes stately like yon youthful ash
  That grows the cowslip braes between,
And drinks the stream with vigour fresh;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Shes spotless like the flowring thorn
  With flowrs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her looks are like the vernal May,
  When evning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her hair is like the curling mist
  That climbs the mountain-sides at een,
When flowr-reviving rains are past;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her foreheads like the showry bow,
  When gleaming sunbeams intervene
And gild the distant mountains brow;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem,
  The pride of all the flowery scene,
Just opening on its thorny stem;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her bosoms like the nightly snow
  When pale the morning rises keen,
While hid the murmuring streamlets flow;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her lips are like yon cherries ripe,
  That sunny walls from Boreas screen;
They tempt the taste and charm the sight;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her teeth are like a flock of sheep,
  With fleeces newly washen clean,
That slowly mount the rising steep:
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her breath is like the fragrant breeze
  That gently stirs the blossomd bean,
When Phoebus sinks behind the seas;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

Her voice is like the evning thrush
  That sings on Cessnock banks unseen,
While his mate sits nestling in the bush;
  An she has twa sparkling rogueish een.

But its not her air, her form, her face,
  Tho matching beautys fabled queen;
Tis the mind that shines in evry grace,
  An chiefly in her rogueish een.



Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Wae Is My Heart
  2. Adown Winding Nith
  3. O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
  4. The Fete Champetre
  5. Bessy And Her Spinnin Wheel


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