 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
“Where birks at Nature's call arise;
“Where fragrance hails the vaulted skies;
“Where my own oak its umbrage spreads,
“Delightful 'midst the woody shades;
“Where ivy mould'ring rocks entwines;
“Where breezes bend the lofty pines:
“There shall the laughing naiads stray,
“Midst the sweet banks of winding Tay.”
“Where fragrance hails the vaulted skies;
“Where my own oak its umbrage spreads,
“Delightful 'midst the woody shades;
“Where ivy mould'ring rocks entwines;
“Where breezes bend the lofty pines:
“There shall the laughing naiads stray,
“Midst the sweet banks of winding Tay.”
| The Poems of Robert Fergusson | |