Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
O my Luves like a Red, Red RoseRobert Burns (17591796)
O
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
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 awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.