O This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e're. I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest place; It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that's in her e'e. This is no my ain, &c. She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall, And lang has had my heart in thrall; And aye it charms my very saul, The kind love that's in her e'e. This is no my ain, &c. A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, To steal a blink, by a' unseen; But gleg as light are lover's een, When kind love is in her e'e. This is no my ain, &c. It may escape the courtly sparks, It may escape the learned clerks; But well the watching lover marks The kind love that's in her eye. This is no my ain, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE by ALFRED TENNYSON LISTENING by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE COMING OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |