[Poem 1] A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns

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

As fair are you, my bonnie lady,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love you still, my dear,
Till all the seas run dry.

Till all the seas run dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love you still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare you well, my only love!
And fare you well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.