LASSIE, with the lips sae rosy, With the eyne sae saft and bricht, Dear wee lassie, I keep thinkin', Thinkin' on thee day and nicht. Winter nichts are lang and eerie; Oh, gin I were with thee, dear, Arms about thee, cracking couthly, With nae mortal by to hear! With my kisses I would smother Thy white hand sae jimp and sma', And my tears for very rapture On that wee white hand should fa'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOUR PRELUDES ON PLAYTHINGS OF THE WIND by CARL SANDBURG THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |