Quotes from The Vision — Robert Burns
1759–1796 Scotland
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And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
The Vision (1786)
Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose,
The lowly daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's monarch throws
His army shade,
Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
Adown the glade.
The Vision (1786)
All in this mottie, misty clime,
I backward mus'd on wasted time,
How I had spent my youthfu' prime
An' done nae-thing,
But stringing blethers up to rhyme
For fools to sing.
The Vision (1785)
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
Were twisted gracefu' round her brows,
I took her for some Scottish Muse,
By that same token,
An' come to stop those reckless vows,
Would soon be broken.
The Vision (1786)