Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

74 . Fragment—Her Flwoing Locks

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 wat wi’ dew,

O’ what a feast her bonie mou’!

Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,

A crimson still diviner!