Poems ✍️
  07.07.2025
  1

Author: Robert Burns

Song—anna, Thy Charms

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.


  love despair admiration longing

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