Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia Poem by Robert Burns

Song—fragment—damon And Sylvia



YON wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir,
The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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