On Sensibility
By Robert Burns
To my dear and much honored friend, Mrs. Dunlop of Dunlop.
Sensibility, how charming,
Thou, my friend, canst truly tell;
But distress, with horrors arming,
Thou hast also known too well!
Fairest flower, behold the lily,
Blooming in the sunny ray:
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley,
See it prostrate on the clay.
Hear the wood-lark charm the forest,
Toiling o'er his little joys:
Hapless bird! a prey the surest,
To each pirate of the skies.
Dearly bought, the hidden treasure
Finer feelings can bestow;
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Source Book
The Poetical Works Of Robert Burns
by Robert Burns
Copyright 1910
Published by Ward, Lock, and Co., Ltd
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