To Miss Isabella Macleod

The crimson blossom charms the bee,
The summer sun the swallow;
So dear this tuneful gift to me
From lovely Isabella.

Her portrait fair upon my mind
Revolving Time shall mellow;
And Mem'ry's latest effort find
The lovely Isabella.

No Bard nor Lover's rapture this,
In fancies vain and shallow;
She is, so come my soul to bliss!
The lovely Isabella.
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