NELL'S ANSWER. Janet Little (later Richmond) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126549 Little, Janet, 1759-1813. The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid. Air Printed by John & Peter Wilson 1792 pp. [120]-121.

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NELL'S ANSWER . WHILE you , my friend , in beauteous , rural lay , The ancient pile , and circling scenes display , Enthusiastic rapture fires my soul , And admiration reigns without controul . Methinks , while I your charming theme pursue , That Loudoun castle rises to my view . I see , or is it fancy that portrays ? The prospect stand before my ardent gaze : Surpris'd I see a new Elysium rise , In pomp august , before my wond'ring eyes . With joy I view the sweetly , vari'd scene , The winding vale , and groves of vernal green . The garden will my fancy long detain , And there fair fields that wave with yellow grain . The blooming trees that form a sylvan shade , And those sweet bow'rs for contemplation made . Would some propitious pow'r but grant my boon , Send some kind genii with an air-balloon ; Take me aloft , and safe convey with care , Straight to the bonny blooming banks of Air ; To Loudoun castle soon I'd bend my way , And all its beauties joyfully survey . The gothic structure , and its fair domains , Most amply would compensate all my pains . With you , dear Jenny , I would pass some hours , Amongst its shady walks and fragrant bow'rs . Of poetry and poets talk by turns , And pleas'd make comments on the far-fam'd Burns .