Robert Burns

“ Nae lavrock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e.
Through faded groves Maria sang
Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while,
An' ay the wild wood echoes rang,
Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle.
Low in your wintry beds. ”

“ With rapture calls, Oh! come away;
Come, while the muse this wreath shall twine,
Around the modest brow of thine,
O hither haste, and with thee bring,
That beauty, blooming like the spring;
Those graces that divinely shine,
And charm this ravish'd heart of mine.
F I N I S.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”