No more asham’d to own her love,
Or speak her mind thus free,
“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,
And I will follow thee.”
Call Me Pet Names.
Call me pet names, dearest—call me a bird,
That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word;
That folds its wild wings there, ne’er thinking of flight,
That tenderly sings there, in loving delight.