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.


Anonymous said...

Have a lovely supper.

Anonymous said...

simply sweet. :)

demonsinme said...

Me Lady Sunshine:

This posts brings beats back to my decaying heart.


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.


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...