Thursday, January 25, 2007

A Red, Red Rose

For Burns Night

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love 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 thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:

And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Have a lovely supper.

may said...

simply sweet. :)

demonsinme said...

Me Lady Sunshine:

This posts brings beats back to my decaying heart.

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Tell not.

Tell not the birds,
the dark clouds has return,
couse they'll be hurt,
that the Lord Demon has broken his silent urn.

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Kak Teh said...

aaah, memories of those days with burns and wordsworth!

Lydia Teh said...

Jane, you're early for Valentine's. And a belated happy birthday to you.

Jane Sunshine said...

Anon: Thank you very much.

May: Indeed.

Demonsinme: Why is your heart decaying?

Kak Teh: He he.

Lydia: Thank you for the wishes. A poem is for all seasons...