O, my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O, my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As 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: And I will luve 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, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS STORY OF THE GATE by HARRISON ROBERTSON ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE MARCH: A BULL ON THE HORIZON by A. G. BECKMANN RESENTIENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |