Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. Parting and AbsenceO, my Luve s like a red, red rose
Robert 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:
And 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,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.