The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Fragment
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FRAGMENT.
Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,Adown her neck and bosom hing;How sweet unto that breast to cling,And round that neck entwine her!
Her lips are roses wet wi' dew!O, what a feast her bonie mou!Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,A crimson still diviner!