Tune - "Robin Adair."
I.
While larks with little wing
Fann'd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing spring,
Forth I did fare:
Gay the sun's golden eye
Peep'd o'er the mountains high;
Such thy morn! did I cry,
Phillis the fair.
II.
In each bird's careless song,
Glad I did share;
While yon wild flowers among,
Chance led me there:
Sweet to the opening day,
Rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
Such thy bloom! did I say,
Phillis the fair.
III.
Down in a shady walk
Doves cooing were,
I mark'd the cruel hawk,
Caught in a snare:
So kind may fortune be,
Such make his destiny!
He who would injure thee,
Phillis the fair.
Phillis The Fair.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: destiny, song, spring, sun, walk, wing, bird, wild, sweet, chance, pure, glad, share, high, golden, Valentine's Day, fortune, bloom, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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