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To Miss Cruikshank, A Very Young Lady. Written On The Blank Leaf Of A Book, Presented To Her By The Author.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay,         Blooming in thy early May,         Never may'st thou, lovely flow'r,         Chilly shrink in sleety show'r!         Never Boreas' hoary path,         Never Eurus' poisonous breath,         Never baleful stellar lights,         Taint thee with untimely blights!         Never, never reptile thief         Riot on thy virgin leaf!         Nor even Sol too fiercely view         Thy bosom blushing still with dew!         May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem,         Richly deck thy native stem:         'Till some evening, sober, calm,         Dropping dews and breathing balm,         While all around the woodland rings,         And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings;         Thou, amid the dirgeful sound,         Shed thy dying honours round,         And resign to parent earth         The loveliest form she e'er gave birth.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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