Poem of the Week: A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

15 February 2013

"I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love," said Darcy.
"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Every thing nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away."
Pride and Prejudice, chapter ix

There is some wisdom in Elizabeth Bennet's words about poetry and love, but being the romantic sort that I am, I could hardly resist posting a few stanzas of a more sentimental nature today in honor of yesterday's holiday.

A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns

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 art 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 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!

May your evening be blessed!

1 epistles:

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