Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
Robert Burns, James Currie (1844). “The Works of Robert Burns: With Dr. Currie's Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay on His Genius and Character”
