Robert Burns ( )


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SLEEPST thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
  Rosy thorn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
  Waters wi the tears o joy:
  Now thro the leafy woods,
  And by the reeking floods,
Wild Natures tenants freely, gladly stray;
  The lintwhite in his bower
  Chants oer the breathing flower;
  The lavrock to the sky
  Ascends wi sangs o joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.

Phoebus, gilding the brow o morning,
  Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature gladdening and adorning;
  Such to me my lovely maid.
  When absent frae my fair,
  The murky shades o care
With starless gloom oercaat my sullen sky:
  But when, in beautys light,
  She meets my ravishd sight,
  When thro my very heart
  Her beaming glories dart-
Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy.



Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Lines Written on a Bank-note
  2. Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
  3. Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
  4. Extempore To Mr. Syme, On Refusing To Dine With Him, After Having Been Promised The First Of Company, And The First Of Cookery
  5. Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson


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