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, 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: 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, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ROMANCE OF DUNOIS by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS THE MAGNOLIA TREE by EASTER ROHRER BECKER |