The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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DELIA
AN ODE
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Fair the face of orient day,Fair the tints of op'ning rose:
But fairer still my Delia dawns,
More lovely far her beauty blows.
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Sweet the lark's wild-warbled lay,Sweet the tinkling rill to hear:
But, Delia, more delightful still
Steal thine accents on mine ear.
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The flower-enamoured busy beeThe rosy banquet loves to sip;
Sweet the streamlet's limpid lapse
To the sun-brown'd Arab's lip:
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But, Delia, on thy balmy lipsLet me, no vagrant insect, rove!
O, let me steal one liquid kiss!
For O! my soul is parch'd with love!
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