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Robert Burns - On A Bank Of Flowers
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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 suedÑ
He gaz`d, he wish`d He fear`d, he blush`d
     And trembled where he stood.

Her closèd eyes, like weapons sheath`d,
     Were sealed in soft repose;
Her lips, still as she fragrant breath`d,
     It richer dyed the rose.
The springing lilies, sweetly Crest,
     Wild-wanton kissed 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 fear`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
     Away 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.
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