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 despairSo much in sight of heaven.
1788 · Song
Anna, Thy Charms
- Year
- 1788
- Form
- Song
- Location
- Mossgiel
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns