To Miss Isabella MacLeod
written in 1787
The crimson blossom charms the bee, The summer sun the swallow; So dear this tuneful gift to me From lovely Isabella. Her portrait fair upon my mind Revolving Time shall mellow; And Mem'ry's latest effort find The lovely Isabella. No Bard nor Lover's rapture this, In fancies vain and shallow; She is, so come my soul to bliss! The lovely Isabella.