S —O W I O P H（1 / 1）

ng—o, were i on parnass hill

tune—“y love is lost to ”

o, were i on parnass hill,

or had o&039; helin y fill,

that i ight catch poetic skill,

to sg how dear i love thee!

but nith aun be y e&039;s well,

y e aun be thy bonie sel&039;,

on rsn i&039;ll glowr and spell,

and write how dear i love thee

then e, sweet e, spire y y!

for a&039; the lee-ng sir&039;s day

i uldna sg, i uldna say,

how uch, how dear, i love thee,

i see thee dancg o&039;er the green,

thy waist sae jip, thy libs sae clean,

thy teptg lips, thy roguish een—

by heaven and earth i love thee!

by night, by day, a-field, at ha,

the thoughts o&039; thee y breast f:

and aye i e and sg thy na—

i only live to love thee

tho&039; i were doo&039;d to wander on,

beyond the sea, beyond the sun,

till y st weary sand was run;

till then—and then i love thee!