Poem by Robert Burns

Damon and Sylvia

YON wand’ring rill, that marks the hill,
  And glances o’er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where mony a flower
  Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir.

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay:
  To love they thought nae crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
  While Damon’s heart beat time, Sir.

1. The Day Returns
2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
3. Peg-A-Ramsey
4. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
5. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

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