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Poem by Robert Burns

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O, WERE I on Parnassus hill,
Or had of Helicon my fill!
That I might catch poetic skill,
  To sing how dear I love thee.
But Nith maun be my Muses well,
My Muse maun be thy bonnie sel;
On Corsincon Ill glowr and spell,
  And write how dear I love thee.

Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay!
For a the lee-lang simmers day,
I could na sing, I could na say,
  How much, how dear, I love thee.
I see thee dancing oer the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean.
Thy tempting looks, thy roguish een-
  By Heaven and earth I love thee!

By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o thee my breast inflame
And aye I muse and sing thy name-
  I only live to love thee.
Tho I were doomd to wander on,
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,
Till my last weary sand was run;
  Till then-and then Id love thee.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. On a Friend
  2. Lines Written on a Window, at the Kings Arms Tavern, Dumfries
  3. Extempore To Mr. Syme, On Refusing To Dine With Him, After Having Been Promised The First Of Company, And The First Of Cookery
  4. Inscription on a Goblet
  5. The Captains Lady

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