Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 487. The Lover’s Morning Salute to his Mistress |
| | | | | Tune—“Deil tak the wars.” |
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| SLEEP’ST thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature? | |
| Rosy morn now lifts his eye, | |
| Numbering ilka bud which Nature | |
| Waters wi’ the tears o’ joy. | |
| Now, to the streaming fountain, | 5 |
| Or up the heathy mountain, | |
| The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray; | |
| In twining hazel bowers, | |
| Its lay the linnet pours, | |
| The laverock to the sky | 10 |
| Ascends, wi’ sangs o’ joy, | |
| While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. | |
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| Phoebus gilding the brow of morning, | |
| Banishes ilk darksome shade, | |
| Nature, gladdening and adorning; | 15 |
| Such to me my lovely maid. | |
| When frae my Chloris parted, | |
| Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted, | |
| The night’s gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o’ercast my sky: | |
| But when she charms my sight, | 20 |
| In pride of Beauty’s light— | |
| When thro’ my very heart | |
| Her burning glories dart; | |
| ’Tis then—’tis then I wake to life and joy! | |
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