 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
Each fount its chrystal fluids pours,
Which from surrounding mountains flow;
The river baths its verdant shores,
Cool o'er the surf the breezes blow.
Which from surrounding mountains flow;
The river baths its verdant shores,
Cool o'er the surf the breezes blow.
| The Poems of Robert Fergusson | |