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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation.  1904.
II. Parting and Absence
“O, my Luve ’s like a red, red rose”
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
O, MY Luve ’s like a red, red rose
  That ’s newly sprung in June:
O, my Luve ’s like the melodie
  That ’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,        5
  So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve 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:        10
And 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 awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,        15
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

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