The second he covered the face anew, And, weeping, he turned aside from the view: “Ah me, that thou liest on the cold bier, The one I have loved for so many a year!” The third once more uplifted the veil: He kissed the lips so deadly pale; “Thee loved I _ever_, _still_ love I thee, And thee will I love through eternity.” And that kiss—that kiss—with Promethean flame Thrilled with new life the quivering frame; And the maid uprose, and stood by his side, That student’s own loved and loving bride! BLOOMING NELLY. On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wandering through the wood, Who for her favor oft had sued, He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, And trembled where he stood. Her closèd eyes, like weapons sheathed, Were sealed in soft repose; Her lip, still as she fragrant breathed, It richer dyed the rose. The springing lilies sweetly prest, Wild-wanton, kissed her rival breast: He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, His bosom ill at rest. Her robes, light-waving in the breeze, Her tender limbs embrace, Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace: Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, A faltering, ardent kiss he stole: He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, And sighed his very soul. As flies the partridge from the brake On fear-inspirèd wings, So Nelly, starting, half awake, Away affrighted springs: But Willie followed,—as he should; He overtook her in the wood: He vowed, he prayed, he found the maid Forgiving all and good. BURNS. BONNIE PEGGY ALISON. CHORUS. I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, And I’ll kiss thee o’er again, And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonnie Peggy Alison! Ilk care and fear, when thou art near, I ever mair defy them, O! Young kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest as I am, O! When in my arms, wi’ a’ thy charms, I clasp my countless treasure, O! I seek nae mair o’ heaven to share Than sic a moment’s pleasure, O! And by thy een, sae bonnie blue, I swear I’m thine forever, O! And on thy lips I seal my vow, And break it shall I never, O! BURNS. DINNA KISS AFORE FOLK. [An old Scotch song.] Behave yoursel’ afore folk, And dinna be sae rude to me As kiss me sae afore folk. It’s no through hatred o’ a kiss That I sae plainly tell you this; But ah! I tak’ it sae amiss To be sae teased afore folk. Behave yoursel’ afore folk; When we’re alane, ye may tak’ ane, But ne’er a ane afore folk.