Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty blows. Sweet the Lark's wild-warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still, Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flower-enamour'd busy Bee The rosy banquet loves to sip; Sweet the streamlet's limpid lapse To the sun-brown'd Arab's lip; But, Delia, on thy balmy lips Let me, no vagrant insect, rove! O let me steal one liquid kiss! For Oh! my soul is parch'd with love!


Derek Riddell

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Derek Riddell.

More about this poem

It is unclear as to whether Burns actually wrote this song. It was submitted to the London Star on 18 May 1789, along with the message, ‘your insertion of the inclosed trifle will be succeeded by future communications’.

It was reprinted in Joseph Robertson’s, Lives of the Scottish Poets (1821).

One of the arguments against it being written by Burns is the tone of the cover letter, which does not indicate that of someone who has already submitted work to the Star.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this poem

love beauty

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