Lad, come kiss me 
    Whaur the twa burns rin. 
Am I no' sweet as honey, 
    Wild as gouden whin, 

Slim as the rowan, 
    Lips like berries reid, 
Fey as siller mune-floo'er 
    That sprang frae fairy seed? 

Luve, come clasp me 
    Whaur the twa burns rin, –  
A' but the white soul o' me 
    That ye can never win.

Marion Angus

from The Singin' Lass (Edinburgh: The Porpoise Press, 1929), and included in The Singin Lass: selected work of Marion Angus, edited by Aimée Chalmers (Polygon, 2006)

Reproduced by permission of the Estate of Marion Angus.
Marion Angus

Coming late in her life to poetry, Marion Angus wrote during the 1920s, frequently in her native Scots, poems  suggesting social and emotional rejection, and on the ballad-themes of lost love and unquiet spirits. 

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