Robert Burns

To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair

NAE heathen name shall I prefix
  Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks,
  For rhyme-inspiring lasses.

Jove’s tunefu’ dochters three times three
  Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gi’en the body half an ee,
  Nine Ferriers wad done better!

Last day my mind was in a bog,
  Down George’s Street I stoited;
A creeping cauld prosaic fog
  My very senses doited.

Do what I dought to set her free,
  My saul lay in the mire;
Ye turned a neuk-I saw your ee-
  She took the wing like fire!

The mournfu’ sang I here enclose,
  In gratitude I send you;
And wish and pray in rhyme and prose,
  A’ gude things may attend you!