NAE heathen name shall I prefix,
Frae Pindus or Parnassus;
Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks,
For rhyme-inspiring lasses.
Jove's tunefu' dochters three times three
Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gien the body half an e'e,
Nine Ferriers wad done better!
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A creeping cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
Do what I dought to set her free,
My saul lay in the mire;
Ye turned a neuk-I saw your e'e-
She took the wing like fire!
The mournfu' sang I here enclose,
In gratitude I send you,
And pray, in rhyme as weel as prose,
A' gude things may attend you!
To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: fire, fog, wing, pray, deep, sense, mind, street, body, gratitude, Valentine's Day, rhyme, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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