On a Bank of Flowers (
Robert Burns)
On a bank of flowers in a summer day For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest;
When Willie, wand'ring thro the wood, Who for her favour oft had su'd-
He gaz'd, he wish'd,
He fear'd, he blush'd,
And trembled where he stood.
Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd, Were seal'd in soft repose;
Her lips, still as she fragrant breath'd, It richer dyed the rose.
The springing lilies, sweetly prest,
Wild-wanton kiss'd her rival breast: He gaz'd, he wish'd,
He fear'd, he blush'd,
His bosom ill at rest.
Her robes, light-waving in the breeze, Her tender limbs embrace;
Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace.
Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,A faltering, ardent kiss he stole; He gaz'd, he wish'd, He ear'd, he blush'd,
And sigh'd his very soul.
As flies the partridge from the brake On fear-inspired wings,
So Nelly starting, half-awake, Awar affrighted springs.
But Willie, follow'd - as he should,
He overtook her in the wood; He vow'd, he pray'd, He found the maid
Forgiving all, and good.tune: On a bank of flowers (292)filename
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