LXVIII.
Reading edition
JESSY LEWARS.
[Written on the blank side of a list of wild beasts, exhibiting in Dumfries. “Now,” said the poet, who was then very ill, “it is fit to be presented to a lady.”]
Talk not to me of savages From Afric’s burning sun, No savage e’er could rend my heart As, Jessy, thou hast done. But Jessy’s lovely hand in mine, A mutual faith to plight, Not even to view the heavenly choir Would be so blest a sight.