From the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requestedA sprig, her fair breast to adorn:No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if everI plant in that bosom a thorn!
1794 · Poem
On Chloris
Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn
- Year
- 1794
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Dumfries
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns