Robert Burns Quote
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublished (ed. 1806)
