TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, <br />And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr; <br />But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, <br />Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: <br />To equal young JESSIE seek Scotland all over; <br />To equal young JESSIE you seek it in vain, <br />Grace, beauty, and elegance, fetter her lover, <br />And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. <br /> <br /> <br />O, fresh is the rose in the gay, dewy morning, <br />And sweet is the lily, at evening close; <br />But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie, <br />Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. <br />Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; <br />Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: <br />And still to her charms SHE alone is a stranger; <br />Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovely-young-jessie/
