The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||
[From Act III. Scene IV.]
May those bright eyes for ever see
That morning's golden rays,
Which stole my lover's heart away,
And brought thy happy days.
That morning's golden rays,
Which stole my lover's heart away,
And brought thy happy days.
Let Phoebus, when that morn he spies,
The earth with joy survey;
May beauty gild the chearful skies,
And hail the bounteous day.
The earth with joy survey;
May beauty gild the chearful skies,
And hail the bounteous day.
The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||