Robert Burns




Sensibility How Charming

I.
Sensibility how charming, 
   Thou, my friend, can’st truly tell! 
But Distress with horrors arming, 
   Thou hast also known too well!  

II.
Fairest flower, behold the lily, 
    Blooming in the sunny ray: 
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, 
    See it prostrate on the clay. 

III.
Hear the woodlark charm the forest, 
    Telling o'er his little joys: 
But alas! a prey the surest 
   To each pirate of the skies! 

IV.
Dearly bought the hidden treasure, 
   Finer Feelings can bestow: 
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure, 
   Thrill the deepest notes of woe.