Robert Burns

Peggy’s Charms

WHERE braving angry winter’s storms,
  The lofty Ochils rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy’s charms
  First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who, by some savage stream,
  A lovely gem surveys,
Astonish’d doubly, marks it beam
  With art’s most polish’d blaze.

Blest be the wild, sequeeter’d shade,
  And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy’s charms I first survey’d,
  When first I felt their power!
The tyrant death with grim control
  May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
  Must be a stronger death.