Love
On Chloris
From Poems and Songs, 1794
Love
From the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:
No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever
I plant in that bosom a thorn!
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Burns, Robert. “On Chloris.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/466/.
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Burns, Robert. “On Chloris.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/466/.
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