Classic Poem

At setting day and rising morn,
—Wi' soul that still shall love thee,
I'll ask o' Heaven thy safe return,
—Wi' a' that can improve thee.
I'll visit aft the birken bush
—Where first thou kindly tauld me
Sweet tales o' love, and hid my blush,
—Whilst round thou didst infauld me.

To a' our haunts I will repair,
—By greenwood, shaw, or fountain,
Or where the summer day I'd share
—Wi' thee upon yon mountain:
There will I tell the trees an' flooers,
—From thoughts unfeigned an' tender;
By vows you're mine, by love is yours
—A heart that cannot wander.