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Today's poem evokes the drowsy, bee buzzy, rose musky atmosphere and mood of mid-August. Infatuation came easily to the Bard;
and so did the verse that expressed it 'No Bard nor Lover's rapture this/No fancy vain or shallow...'? Well if you say so
Mr Burns! In fact the poet is doing here what he so often did, paying a real woman he genuinely admired, the compliment of
a 'love lyric', safely taken in the encomiastic spirit in which it was offered. The recipient of Burns's praise was the daughter
of the Earl of Raasay, who had entertained Johnson and Boswell. She met Burns while he was in Edinburgh in 1787. He also wrote
'Raving Winds' for her after the death of her sister.