Song—anna, Thy Charms Poem by Robert Burns
Song—anna, Thy Charms
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated to despair! Superb! ! ! ! ! ! ! !