To a Mountain Daisy - by
On Turning One Down with the Plow, in April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow’r, Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r, Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet, The bonie lark, companion meet, Bending thee ‘mang the dewy weet Wi’ spreck’d breast, When upward-springing, […]