O, were my love yon lilac fair <br /> Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, <br />And I a bird to shelter there, <br /> When wearied on my little wing. <br />How I wad mourn when it was torn <br /> By Autumn wild and Winter rude! <br />But I wad sing on wanton wing <br /> When youthfu May its bloom renew'd. <br /> <br />O, gin my love were yon red rose, <br /> That grows upon the castle wa', <br />And I mysel a drap o' dew <br /> Into her bonie breast to fa', <br />O, there, beyond expression blest, <br /> I'd feast on beauty a' the night, <br />Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, <br /> Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-were-my-love/
