424. Song—Phillis the Fair

Read '424. Song—Phillis the Fair' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

424. Song—Phillis the Fair by Robert Burns

 WHILE larks, with little wing,
 Fann’d the pure air,
Tasting the breathing Spring,
 Forth I did fare:
Gay the sun’s golden eye
Peep’d o’er the mountains high;
Such thy morn! did I cry,
 Phillis the fair.


In each bird’s careless song,
 Glad I did share;
While yon wild-flowers among,
 Chance led me there!
Sweet to the op’ning day,
Rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
Such thy bloom! did I say,
 Phillis the fair.


Down in a shady walk,
 Doves cooing were;
I mark’d the cruel hawk
 Caught in a snare:
So kind may fortune be,
Such make his destiny,
He who would injure thee,
 Phillis the fair.

Form: Lyric

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