Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poetry for a Sunday

A Red, Red Rose

BY ROBERT BURNS
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
   Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
   And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
   Though it were ten thousand mile.

(to celebrate Robbie Burns day which was earlier this week)


2 comments:

  1. Love the poem and their spelling!!!

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  2. I remember studying 'to a field mouse' in high school English class.

    '...the best laid schemes o' mice an' men...'

    XO

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