Her Flowing Locks

Robert Burns

1759 to 1796

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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.

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A crimson still diviner.
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
And round that neck entwine her!
O, what a feast her bonnie mou'!
Her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,