A Red, Red Rose
Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d 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 a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns (1759- 1796)
Robert Burns often wrote his poems in a Scottish dialect sort of manner. This is one of his more well-known poems. The true mark of good poetry is that it reaches deep into the soul and retains meaning over time. These same types of sentiments have been expressed in folk songs, since he wrote the poem, a few of which come readily to mind. The rose is a perennial symbol of love. I hope that you enjoy this poem as much as I do. To learn more about Robert Burns, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns
