O WERE my Love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing; How I wad mourn when it was torn By autumn wild and winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my Love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa'; O there, beyond expression blest, I'd feast on beauty a' the night; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES SONG BY AN OLD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM PEGGIE'S CHARMS by ROBERT BURNS PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |