 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
TO MISS ISABELLA MACLEOD
Edinburgh, March 16, 1787
I
The crimson blossom charms the bee,The summer sun the swallow:
So dear this tuneful gift to me
From lovely Isabella.
II
Her portrait fair upon my mindRevolving time shall mellow,
And mem'ry's latest effort find
The lovely Isabella.
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III
No Bard nor lover's rapture thisIn fancies vain and shallow!
She is, so come my soul to bliss,
The Lovely Isabella!
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