Floral Poetry. 
EMBLEMS OF FLOWERS. 
A DOWN winding Nith I did wander 
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring ! 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
Of Phillis to muse and to sing. 
The Daisy amused my fond fancy, 
So artless, so simple, so wild ; 
Thou emblem, said I, o’ my Phillis, 
For she is simplicity’s child. 
The Rosebud’s the blush o’ my charmer, 
Her sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest : 
How fair and how pure is the Lily, 
But fairer and purer her breast. 
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, 
They ne’er wi’ my Phillis can vie : 
Her breath is the breath of the Woodbine, 
Its dew-drop o’ diamond her eye. 
Her voice is the song of the morning, 
That wakes through the green-spreading grove, 
When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, 
On music, and pleasure, and love. 
But beauty how frail and how fleeting, 
The bloom of a fine summer’s day ! 
While worth in the mind o’ my Phillis 
Will flourish without a decay. 
Burns. 
D 
