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title: "By Allan Stream"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Song"
year: "1793"
location: "Dumfries"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/by-allan-stream/"
---

# By Allan Stream

## Song
By Allan stream I chanc’d to rove,  
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;  
The winds are whispering thro’ the grove,  
The yellow corn was waving ready:  
I listen’d to a lover’s sang,  
An’ thought on youthfu’ pleasures mony;  
And aye the wild-wood echoes rang—  
“O, dearly do I love thee, Annie!

“O, happy be the woodbine bower,  
Nae nightly bogle make it eerie;  
Nor ever sorrow stain the hour,  
The place and time I met my Dearie!  
Her head upon my throbbing breast,  
She, sinking, said, ’I’m thine for ever!’  
While mony a kiss the seal imprest—  
The sacred vow we ne’er should sever.”

The haunt o’ Spring’s the primrose-brae,  
The Summer joys the flocks to follow;  
How cheery thro’ her short’ning day,  
Is Autumn in her weeds o’ yellow;  
But can they melt the glowing heart,  
Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure?  
Or thro’ each nerve the rapture dart,  
Like meeting her, our bosom’s treasure?

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/by-allan-stream/