489. Song—Behold my love how green the groves

Read '489. Song—Behold my love how green the groves' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

489. Song—Behold my love how green the groves by Robert Burns

 BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,
 The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
 And wave thy flowing hair.


The lav’rock shuns the palace gay,
 And o’er the cottage sings:
For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
 To Shepherds as to Kings.


Let minstrels sweep the skilfu’ string,
 In lordly lighted ha’:
The Shepherd stops his simple reed,
 Blythe in the birken shaw.


The Princely revel may survey
 Our rustic dance wi’ scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
 Beneath the milk-white thorn!


The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
 In shepherd’s phrase, will woo:
The courtier tells a finer tale,
 But is his heart as true!


These wild-wood flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck
 That spotless breast o’ thine:
The courtiers’ gems may witness love,
 But, ’tis na love like mine.

Form: Ballad

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