Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
72 . Song—Young Peggy Blooms
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Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.
That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o’er the crystal streams,
And cheer each fresh’ning flower.
A richer dye has graced them;
They charm th’ admiring gazer’s sight,
And sweetly tempt to taste them;
Her smile is as the evening mild,
When feather’d pairs are courting,
And little lambkins wanton wild,
In playful bands disporting.
Such sweetness would relent her;
As blooming spring unbends the brow
Of surly, savage Winter.
Detraction’s eye no aim can gain,
Her winning pow’rs to lessen;
And fretful Envy grins in vain
The poison’d tooth to fasten.
From ev’ry ill defend her!
Inspire the highly-favour’d youth
The destinies intend her:
Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom;
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.