Robert Burns

Anna Thy Charms

written in 1788

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.

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