Clishmaclaver doesn’t have a favourite but always liked these verses from the poem, To a Mountain Daisy (1786) –
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow’r,Thou’s met me in an evil hour;For I maun crush amang the stoureThy slender stem:To spare thee now is past my pow’r,Thou bonie gem.
Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet,The bonie lark, companion meet,Bending thee ‘mang the dewy weetWi’ spreck’d breast,When upward-springing, blythe, to greetThe purpling east.