On Chloris

Poems and Songs of Robert Burns 作者:Robert Burns

On Chloris

　　on chloris
    requesting me to give her a spring of blossomed thorn.
    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!

On Chloris