The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
THE MENAGERIE
I
Talk not to me of savagesFrom Afric's burning sun!
No savage e'er can rend my heart
As, Jessie, thou hast done.
II
But Jessie's lovely hand in mineA mutual faith to plight—
Not even to view the heavenly choir
Would be so blest a sight.
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||